His Chase

21 | His Chase

♔ Skyler ♔

Mabel squints in an attempt to figure out a perfect dare for me. Studying her behavior, I can't refute the cuteness she holds with her cheeks heated up in a tomato shade cause of the alcohol.

Whereas Erica's hand roved over my lap. Damn horseshit. She's good. "You wanna get out of here, babe?" She plants a few tingling wet kisses on my jaw.

Mabel suddenly jumps out of her thoughts, "Where am I?"

Carlos laughs, "You were searching for a dare."

Everyone was being entertained by her drunk ass. Mabel pouts, "Oh Yeah!! I was... Uhmm, I think so Skyl, You should do a handstand."

My ears perk up. Wait-- Did she just--She just called me SKYL!?

"What." My lips parted in shock.

Dylan laughs, his dimples appeared prominently, "Did she just call you 'Skyl'?"

Oh hell yeah bitch.

Mabel glances around and starts laughing as she is no more in her conscious state, "Did I say something funny!?"

An unfamiliar chuckle escapes from my mouth. Jesus!

Gray anyhow forced me to complete the dare which helped Erica to get off me. I take a glimpse of Mabel, she was excited like a baby. I did a handstand for like a minute when she was pleased with my performance, she said excitingly, "I think so I should try doing a handstand too!"

Carlos and Zoe pulled her back and no one could bear to contain in their laughs, including me.

Mabel leaned her head on Carlos' shoulder. She was talking to him in her completely drunk state. Besides, Erica kept wishing to suck on my balls.

Eventually, the game got paused since everyone was sort of drunk and tired. Gray ended up sleeping in his boxers. Dylan was nowhere in my sight. Zoe was trying to make Mabel drink water which turned into a futile attempt.

"I want to paint." Mabel smiled cheekily, "Can I paint, Carl?" She asked him in her cute voice. I felt like taking her tiny body in my arms. I don't know why but she kinda looked familiar with the size of my niece, Amy.

Carlos' cheeks turned red. He was shyly watching her. Fuck him. Ryan the junk tool was lost when he surely needed the most to take care of his adorably wasted cousin.

Erica whispered, "Babe, Let's get a room."

A smile appeared on my lips, Mabel was rapping something in her shitty gibberish words.

"My homie gotta bish. She asked to whew!!" Mabel rapped something I don't know what song is even that and she even tried to do the beatboxing.

"Skyler!" Erica turned my face, her long fingers clasped on my cheeks.

"I'm listening." I bit my lip staring at the glossy one of hers. I lied cause I was still listening to Mabel's rap.

Erica shifted and sat on my lap, pressing her weight on my--Oh holy Christ, Why does she have to be so good? She presses her soft breasts on me. This girl hella knows how to turn a guy on.

"Babe, take me." She brought her lips closer. I can't keep my stare straight. I glanced over her at Mabel.

My phone vibrates in my pocket which made Erica catch its attention. She was probably irritated by now.

My hands turned cold. My gaze froze.

Kris: how u doing kyle?

It's a text from Kristina. My Ex-girlfriend.