“Ahhhh,” he says, a chuckle in his tone. “But you’d have to catch me first, and unfortunately for you, with these tiny little legs, you’re just not quick enough to catch a stud like me.”
“RILEY!”
He booms down the hallway, murmuring something about Flash 2.0, and all too soon, Tanner’s dreaded bedroom door appears. Riley wastes no time barging through it, and I cringe hearing Tanner across the room. “The fuck are you doing?” Tanner demands. “Get your dirty fucking hands off my girl.”
“Your girl? You’ve got a lot of nerve calling me your girl, Jockstrap,” I say to Riley’s ass, my head spinning from hanging upside down. I can’t see anything, so I shove my elbow into Riley’s ass and push against it, using it to prop myself up while secretly loving the way Riley groans with pain.
Tanner is across the room, glaring daggers at me, and I glare straight back, fighting my desire to run to him. I would love to bask in the safety of his strong arms, but I’d also love to tear his boxers up over his head until he cries like a little bitch.
Riley smacks my ass and grips me around the waist before hauling me off his shoulder. He puts me back on my feet and holds me against his chest, letting me regain my balance. “I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have you take a ride on the Riley express, but this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
Tanner steps into my back, placing his hands just below Riley’s on my waist and yanks me back away from him. “I told you to get your fucking hands off my girl.”
Riley just smirks as I whip around and shoot daggers at Tanner. “What did I say about calling me your girl? I’m not your fucking gi—”
“See that’s just the thing,” Riley sings from behind me, slowly backing away until he’s standing in the open door, his fingers hovering over the handle. “You are his girl. I know it, the boys know it, the whole fucking school seems to know it apart from you two. You’re both too fucking stubborn to try and make it work.” He glances at Tanner. “You’re too busy fucking moping about with your dick in your hand, and you,” he says, looking back at me, “are too busy punishing him over what he said that you can’t see how fucking sorry he is. So, until you two can figure it out, you’re not coming out of this room, even if it means locking you in here for days on end. We’re fucking prepared. We brought snacks.”
“Who’s we?” Tanner snaps.
Riley grins wide and nods toward the window, so smug with himself, it makes me want to pour milkshakes down his throat for hours on end, just to watch as his stupid lactose intolerant body begins to fail him and gives him the worst case of diarrhea known to man.
Tanner and I spin around to see Jax outside Tanner’s window, his hands gripping the glass, that same smug expression written across his face, showing that this bullshit has been planned out. “Sorry, fuckers,” he says, his fingers playing with the lock just inside the window. He glances toward Tanner. “You brought this shit on yourself. She’s a fucking firecracker, and if you don’t hold on to her, then you better be prepared for someone else to take your place.”
And with that, Jax gives one more dopey grin before closing the window, making sure it clicks into place, the key nowhere to be seen. He gives me a curt nod and laughs before sliding down the roof and disappearing out of sight.
I spin around and storm toward Riley, knowing damn well what he plans to do. “No, absolutely not. You cannot lock me in here with that donkey fucker.”
“Donkey fucker?” Tanner demands, making no attempt to try and do anything about this situation.
I glare at him and let out a huff. “Will you do something about this?”
Tanner shrugs his shoulders, looking as though he’s almost enjoying this. “What can I do? I’m nothing but a donkey fucker.”
I groan, my frustration getting the better of me. “You are infuriating, Tanner Morgan,” I spit before looking back at Riley. “Let me out of here right now, and I won’t tie you down and pluck every single one of your pubes with a pair of rusty tweezers, even the ones up under your ball sack.”
“Ooooh,” Riley says, his eyes lighting with excitement. “I just got a little hard. I’m not letting you out of here, but after you and asswipe have made up, do you think we could give it a try anyway? I promise, I’ll only scream if you want me to.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Tanner grunts.
Riley nods and steps back out of Tanner’s room. “My pleasure.” He pulls the door closed, and I listen as he locks it from the outside. “I’m ordering dinner. I’ll bring it up when it gets here,” he calls through the closed door. “Oh, and we’ll be downstairs, so if you crazy little monkeys decide to get it on, can you screw loud enough so we can hear? I need something to visualize while I’m jerking off on your mom’s good couch.”