By the Playbook

By the Playbook (4)

I was laughing freely, unable to stop, as I ran through the long grass towards a large building. The paint squished between my toes and smeared around my body every time I moved, but I couldn't bring myself to care as I looked over my shoulder to see Ryder, a huge grin on his face as he chased me with a water gun filled with paint swinging from his hand, a bucket in the other.

I screamed with laughter as blue paint sprayed me from the gun, turning and spraying him with my own green paint, squirming as the slime trailed down my body. I turned, squealing at the cold as I moved closer, spraying him the cheek when he turned his head, laughing when he spat into the grass and wiped his mouth. "That's disgusting," he complained, making me laugh as he reached out, pulling me flat against him with one arm and spraying me with the other until I was shrieking, shoving hard at his chest to try and get him off.

He didn't, of course, until the gun ran empty and we were laughing together, me covered in blue paint, him in green. I couldn't stop giggling as he dropped the gun into the grass. "You look ridiculous," I laughed, shrieking when he shook his hair like a dog, sending bits of paint in every direction. "Ryder!"

He simply laughed, his hand hovering over my cheek as his thumb brushed away a stream of paint that was apparently about to go into my eye. He winked at me. "Hurts like a b¡tch," he said as an explanation. I grinned up at him. "My hero," I joked with a laugh, making him laugh as he grinned. "Damn straight, baby."

I was still laughing when he kissed me, his hands on my waist pulling me flat against him, leaning until my back was arched, our chests pressed together. I shivered as the cold paint from his skin mixed into mine, then returned his kiss eagerly, my hands gripping his paint covered shoulders. They slid in the paint and I broke away to laugh before he covered my mouth with his again.

His hands drifted from my waist to my backside as he lifted me easily, my legs winding around his waist, hands digging into his now multicoloured, messy hair. Ryder groaned into my mouth when I slanted my mouth over his, fighting for control as his fingers dug into my skin.

My hands slipped to his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle of his back, before I tugged lightly on his hair, tightening my legs around him. He moaned again and I was struck with a distinct sense of female pride, his pulse jumping underneath my fingers as they slid down his neck.

"Ryder?" Over the sound of our gasping breaths and frantic kissing, I heard a familiar voice call his name. "Addison? Ryder!"

I pulled away, gasping, and leaned my forehead against Ryder's, looking down at him as Olivia called again. He stared up at me, eyes dark blue with intensity.

"I feel like I should get off," I informed him. "Your mom wouldn't be very happy."

He didn't respond as I dropped off of him, laughing when I saw how paint covered he was and how it had smeared under my hands. Ducking behind him, I snatched up something from the grass. "Hey, Ry?"

He turned. I pulled the trigger on my gun and a stream of green paint hit him in the chest, making his eyes light up as we resumed our game. He grinned.

"You little sh¡t," he laughed, then grabbed the bucket and took off after me as I sprinted, chucking the gun behind me to slow him down.

I shrieked as a blue stream of paint drilled the back of my neck and dropped down my back, squirming at the cold as I ducked around the side of the building, only to realize the back of it touched the fence. Unless I scaled it, I was basically stuck.

I backed up as Ryder approached, a triumphant smirk on his face as he held up the bucket of bright blue paint, one hand dripping with it and telling me he had thrown a handful at me. He looked less threatening then he could of, chest dripping with blue paint and different colours smeared all over him, one hand on the bottom of the bucket, the other one the rim.