The Lovable Jerk (boyxboy)

Chapter 33 🔞

Arlo

I burst out laughing. Callen and Finn looked at me like I'd just said I was going to have public sex. Westin—whether he was turned on or bewildered, I couldn't tell...looked like it was both. My laughter got louder as I looked at all of them. The look on their faces was freaking priceless.

"I'm joking, Jesus," I said, turning the card I had picked around. "It says 'Tell the group your celebrity crush.' Don't judge me, but it used to be Eminem."

I sighed, placing the card aside, and noticing Westin shooting me a death glare. I said he was my celebrity crush, but that's no longer the case. Finn cleared his throat before announcing he'd pick a card. He did and immediately yelled, "No freaking way!" Before grabbing the vodka, pouring it into the glass, and taking a big gulp.

I snatched the card from him and read it aloud. "Have a 15-second make-out session with anyone of your choice." I read before setting the card down and looking back at Finn.

I knew he wanted Callen—and not just in an innocent way. He'd told me how badly he needed Callen to stick around so he could give him a real chance. Now that he had made up his mind, he was still scared. Callen didn't say anything, but he did watch Finn's every move.

"I'll go," Westin spoke up, picking a card and glancing at me. "Whisper your biggest turn-on into someone's ear." 

Of course, he was doing it. It'd be weird for him not to—he always made sure to make me flush, especially in public. He placed the card down and leaned in.

" Those shorts you wear that make me want to squeeze your ass so hard it'd leave my name imprinted on it... You turn me on, Arlo. Worst part? You don't even try." My face flushed yet again.

"Seriously, it's like they forget we're right here," Callen muttered as he picked a card, and Westin sat up straight. "If you had to hook up with someone here, who would it be? Finn," he didn't even take a heartbeat to answer, and Finn remained unfazed but did take another shot...for whatever reason.

"My turn!" I was definitely a little drunk. I picked up a card and choked on my own saliva as I read it. "Sit on someone's lap for the next 2 rounds."I reached for the vodka, but Westin grabbed my wrist, gesturing for me to stand up. Then he pulled me onto his lap.

"You've had enough drinks ." He whispered before looking back at Finn, who picked another card and grabbed the vodka.

"Lap dance." I read his card. Finn's face was getting redder and redder, one could tell the vodka was slowly getting to him. Callen, though, looked the most worried. His eyes didn't leave Finn.

Westin was picking another card when I shifted on his lap, trying to get more comfortable. My body tensed the moment I felt his hard-on pressing against me. I froze.

"French kiss your most preferred." He read, then looked back at me...eyes locked on my lips.

It only took a second. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in. How was he aggressive and yet so gentle? When our lips finally met, I let out a small sigh before placing my hand on his chin, deepening the kiss.

"We are still here!" Callen snapped after a moment. "Jesus, you guys realise you can't have sex in front of us, right?!" He picked a card, his eyes flicking from the card to Finn, then back. "Pass the vodka, please."

Finn passed him the vodka. "Have you ever fantasized about someone here? Spill." He poured himself a drink. Finn grabbed the glass and chucked the vodka before looking at Callen, who, like everyone in the room, was just shocked.

"Spill. I want to...know." Finn slurred. He was officially drunker than I.

"Finn, I think you're drunk—"