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We play like this for two more holes until my parents catch up to us, Vincent trotting next to them happily. My mom is putting on the green just behind us, her eyes scarily focused. My dad, on the other hand, is hitting the ball around one-handed, not even trying to make it in the hole. For as much as he insists on coming to this place, he doesn’t take it seriously at all.
“This is so fun, you guys. Next time, let’s smoke a bowl before we come. Really amp it up.”
“We are not doing that, Basil,” my mom says. “This game requires concentration. And I cannot hit a hole in one when I’m high.”
Basil snorts and then leans toward us. “Fun killer. Hey, I brought edibles. You want some?”
Finn eyes the gummies my dad has in his palm. “I’m good. I have a game to win.”
“Gimme,” I say and pop one into my mouth. My dad tosses one into his mouth right after me and then ends up fumbling with and dropping two to the ground, which Vincent promptly gobbles up.
My dad gasps as he stares down at the goat. “What did you do?” he asks Vincent and then turns his worried gaze on me. “He ate them. He ate the weed!”
“He’s gonna be hella high,” I say, chuckling.
My dad nods and then glances down at Vincent again. “Bad goat. Stop eating shit like that. I don’t know if that’s bad for you.”
I snort a laugh as Finn taps me on the shoulder with his putter.
“Your turn.”
I waggle my eyebrows at him and aim to the far left, skipping the ball into the koi pond. Finn’s lips turn down in a frown.
“Stop losing.”
“I want to lose.”
He adjusts his pants a little and I smile widely.
“I want this to at least feel like a fair fight,” he grumbles.
I take another gummy from my dad and pop it into my mouth.
“Do you like it better with me kneeling or laying down? I’ll just open wide…”
Finn blinks at me and then shakes his head, moving his focus back to the game.
Thirty minutes later when we’ve finished up the course and I’m feeling slightly buzzed, I lean into my best friend and say, “Take me home. Take me home and make me your slut.”
He chokes a little, his arm snaking around my waist, and he runs a hand through his hair.
“God, you like fucking with me, don’t you?”
“I love it. But I’d like it better if you were doing the fucking. Take me home, Finn. Claim your prize.”
He walks us to his car, his fingers caressing my hip under my sweatshirt, but before he opens the door for me, he pushes me up against it.
“Fuck. This mouth. I want to shut it up.” Then his lips crash down on mine.
He ravages my mouth for a moment, his hot, hard body pressed against mine. I can feel his cock hardening and lengthening. I want it.
“You can shut it up. With your dick,” I groan, sinking into him, letting him tongue-fuck me as I arch up into him.
I want it.
I’ve never wanted something so badly in my entire life.
“Bye guys. See you at home for soup,” my dad calls, and Finn rips his mouth from mine, muttering curses under his breath.
