Double Time by Julie Prestsater Read Free Book Online Page B

takes off his belt and Ethan kicks off a shoe. He’s the only one who started the game fully clothed. Lucky him.
    We get back into place, and on the next move Travis sends Alex, Ethan, and Marissa tumbling. Alex sheds his shirt, but he has a wife beater on underneath. Ethan takes off another shoe. And Marissa whips out her ponytail holder from her hair. Good thinking. I’m going to have to remember that the next time we play. Damn me for wearing my hair down.
    It seems like every spin causes another domino effect of falling bodies. This time it’s my turn to start the chain reaction. Shit. When I stand up, I take a second to consider what to take off. This game was a lot more fun when I was tossing off shoes and socks, but now I have to decide between showing off my tits or my ass. I’ve never been so happy to wear a matching bra and panty set before in my life. In fact, this is a rare occasion. Thankfully, I didn’t wear my granny panties tonight.
    Instead of mulling it over more, I whip off my shirt like a Band-Aid. I hear the cat calls and goose bumps emerge all over my body. Yay for padded bras or I’d poke someone in the eyes. It’s so cold out here I could cut glass with my nipples.
    “ Looking good, babe,” Alex says.
    Ugh, I sigh. I didn’t comment on his stunning muscular chest. He looks more than good and my girl parts twitch a little. Maybe more than a little.
    Licha takes off her shirt too, but she has a camisole on underneath. Thank you. I so did not want to be this naked at the same time as her. I start to shiver as everyone gets back into position. Travis runs his hands up and down my arms and I lean in to his bare chest to gather warmth.
    “ You go first,” he says.
    I bend down to get my hands and feet on the right colors and find myself tangled against Licha and Ethan. Alex is on the other side of the mat. Travis settles in on top of me.
    “ There, now you’re covered,” he says.
    I turn my head to the side to smile at him. “Thanks, Trav.”
    “ What the fuck, man?” is all I hear as Travis comes crashing onto me. My face is plastered to the mat, and my side aches as one of his hands is jammed underneath me. Someone’s knee is on my ankle, and someone else stepped on my hand.
    It’s like one big dog pile and I’m at the bottom of it. Little by little, I feel the relief of bodies coming off of me. Travis finally gets up on all fours and flips me around. “Are you okay, Meggie?” he asks.
    I spit my hair out of my mouth. “I’m fine. I’m not cold anymore, that’s for sure. About four hundred pounds of body heat will do that to you, I guess.” He smiles.
    “ Get off of her, you idiot,” Alex says, pushing Travis. He stumbles, but I catch his arm to break his fall. He stands up quickly and pushes Alex right back.
    Oh shit. This is not happening. Alex ignores him and turns to me. “Are you okay, babe?”
    “ I was until you started acting like a jackass. And I’m not your babe. So stop calling me that.” I stick out my hand to Travis and he tugs me up to his side. Steph hands me my shirt and I put it back on. “I’m done. I sure as hell am not taking off my pants.”
    “ Well, that’s too bad,” he elbows Ben in the side and mutters, “cause that tight ass belongs to me.”
    Bam. Alex is on the floor, and Travis is shaking out his hand. Omigod. That’s what it sounds like when someone’s nose is broken. Crack. Like a ball hitting a bat. Blood is gushing down Alex’s face and a couple of the other guys start to say something. Ben waves them off and says, “It’s Alex’s fault. If Travis hadn’t beat me to it, I would have hit him myself.”
    I ball up Alex’s hoodie and hold it to his face. “Get your ass up and come with me,” I tell him. He starts following me toward his car. He leans on the hood and I start in on him. “What the hell is your problem?”
    “ I think your boyfriend just broke my nose and you’re asking me what my problem is?”
    “ He’s not