“Did you poison this?” He asks, glancing at the shot glass in his hand.
“Yeah, with rat poison.” She rolls her eyes, not even glancing at him.
“Wait, for real?” Theo gasps, his eyes widening.
Callie gives him a deadpan look, shaking her head and continues passing the shots out.
“And for the birthday girl.” She grins, handing me a pink shot.
“What is it?” I ask.
“What it is doesn’t matter, what it does, does.” She winks.
I chuckle, taking it from her hand. She passes one to Greyson too and then puts the tray on a table behind her.
“Happy birthday to the baddest bitch about!” She shouts, raising her shot in the air.
“On the count of three!” Nina shouts, holding her shot up too.
I giggle as everyone begins counting down. “Happy birthday, Lilly!” They shout in unison before we clink our glasses together and down the shots.
I grimace once I swallow, the liquid burning my throat. “What the fuck was that?” I gasp, my eyes watering slightly from the intensity.
“That was the shot that’s going to get you fucked up.” Callie grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
And I knew from the look in her eyes, she wasn’t lying.
Chapter 57
Greyson
“Greyson, please.” Lilly begs, panting as we break away from the kiss.
Pushing her against my bedroom wall, my hands roam her body as I smash my lips to hers again. My fingers stretch, trying to find the zipper to this dress that’s been teasing me all goddamn fucking night. And once I locate it, the dress is off her quicker than I could blink.
I pull away from the kiss, my hands still roaming her body as I take her in…and holy fuck.
“You weren’t wearing any panties?” I growl, my hands squeezing her hips.
She squeaks, slamming her back against the wall as her chest heaves up and down. “Thought you’d like it.” She breathlessly responds.
“Like?” A throaty laugh escapes me. “More like fucking love.”
Reaching out, I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, making her whimper. And fuck, I love it when she whimpers. But I love her more.
Leaning forward, my lips pepper kisses along her jaw, sucking the sweet spot behind her ear before descending the kisses lower. My lips brush against her nipple, and I stick my tongue out, licking it before pulling it into my mouth and sucking.
“Greyson, please.” Her pleas come out in throaty, breathless gasps.
“What do you want?” I ask, lifting my head to look at her.
I know exactly what she wants, but I want her to ask me—I don’t know why, but I get a thrill out of knowing how desperate and needy she is for me.
“You.” She gasps as I pinch her other nipple.
“Where?”
“Fuck,” she hisses, her back arching off the wall. Grabbing my hand, she runs it along her stomach until it presses against her soaking wet cunt. “I want you here.” She begs, rubbing my hand against her.
