Free Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) by Justine Elvira Page A

turn around in
his arms to see his smiling face shining down on me before he leans forward and
captures my lips with his in a sloppy kiss. Even in his altered state, his lips
are warm and nice. The passion that runs through me when Scott kisses me isn't
there, but I still enjoy it. My palms land on his chest and gently push him
away, knowing I should stop him.
    "Everything
alright here?" Hank asks, walking over from the curtain.
    "Everything's
fine, Hank. I'm just going to change and grab my purse before heading out with
these guys."
    A bunch of hoots
and hollering fills the room as the boys give me their appreciation that I've
decided to join them. Marcus looks down at me happily and I just shake my head,
giggling at him. I know this is a bad idea, but that's never stopped me before.
I'm ready for some fun tonight. I internally promise myself that I'll leave
Marcus alone and screw one of his single friends before the night is over.
     
    ★★★
     
    My limbs are
aching and stiff. I try to move but every muscle in my body tells me to stop.
The drumming beat in my head continues to get louder and louder and I can feel
the nerves pulsing behind my right eye.
    This is either the
worst migraine ever, or the worst hangover ever.
    My eyelids peel
open and all I see is white light shining through. It hurts so bad. The light
is painful. My eyelids close and I open them again, blinking a few times until
I adjust to the bright light. I glance around the unfamiliar room, trying to
figure out where I am, until I see him and everything from last night comes
rushing through my head.
    The drinking, the
drugs, coming back here, dancing on the dining room table, more drinks. Then
there was his eyes, his lips, the muscles on his back and that gorgeously
defined V-shape leading down to his pants. Yes, it was that stupid V-shape that
teased me and egged me on. It reminded me of Scott so much that I finally
started stripping him naked and screwing him on the dining room table after his
friends left the room.
    Oh, God.
    I squint my eyes
looking at him, hoping that my memory is playing tricks on me, but there he is.
Marcus lies face down on the dirty carpet floor, naked. His pale firm butt
cheeks stand out in the sunlight.
    I'm a horrible
person, the worst. He's getting married. I just slept with him and probably
ruined his upcoming marriage. Who does that? I'm so fucked up. I'm usually
better than this. I don't ever hook up with men in relationships. God, I'm
going to be sick.
    Getting up off the
floor as swiftly as possible, I run and search for the nearest bathroom. Once
I'm there I only make it as far as the sink before I'm puking out the alcoholic
contents in my stomach. With every heave another memory from last night flashes
in my brain. It's superficial, I know, but the most upsetting memory is that he
wasn't even any good. I didn't come.
    My stomach settles
and I quickly wash my mouth out with water before splashing my pale face to
wake up. Quietly, trying desperately not to wake up the soon-to-be groom, I
search for my clothes, slipping them on before finding my purse and getting out
of there.
    Fuck and dash
seems to be my new thing.
    If Marcus is
lucky, he won't remember any of it and he'll go off and marry his fiancée.
    My car's not here
so I dig through my purse to find my smartphone. The giant black bag is like a
black hole, sucking up all its contents. My fingers latch on to my small
rectangular lifeline to getting home and I pull it out and turn it on. I call
for a cab and get lucky. He's only five minutes away.
    It's when I hang
up that I realize I have a missed text. Two, actually, and my stomach gets all
nauseas again when I see who the texts are from.
    Scott.
    Blinking and
taking a few deep breaths, I click on his name to read the text messages.
     
    Scott: I'm out
at some club with my buddies where the girls dance on tables in lingerie. No
nudity. Made me think of you.
     
    The second text
came through on my phone an hour