Gezza lay on his bed, heaving, sweat-cloth sheets, his pants undone, his erection dying.
Mia was lying next to him, with her tangles of blond hair, her crop top bunched up, her skirt twisted, her breasts swelling, blue eyes flashing with the hunger still in her.
The damp air of the basement was stuffy and the lamp on the desk flickered and threw shadows over the crumpled posters.
He turned his head to her, she stared wanting. Goddamn, she's insatiable.
His smile smug, the excitement of having sex with Mia giving him sleaze.
His hand on her thigh, her skin hot.
Mia was bracing herself against his chest with one elbow, her nails scratching his chest, causing heat. "Ready for another round, stud?"
It was a flirtatious purr of her voice, and lips curled, eyes fixed upon his.
Her thigh touched his groin and he felt his hardening penis brought to life again.
He felt his heart beat fasten, Geez, but his eyes turned to the door of the basement, which was hinged with rust.
Not here. Ma's upstairs. No.
"Nah, Mia, not down in moms basement", said his voice, which was rough and scratching his patchy beard. "Too risky."
His fingers were sticking, grabbing the sheets, and the idea of his mom nagging him killed the mood.
Mia pouted and her lips were glossy and she leaned closer, her breast touching his arm.
"Then let's hit a hotel." She was teasing, fingers down his stomach, nails scratching. "Somewhere we can get loud." Her eyes had a twinkling coyness, a daringness, and her hand had stopped at his waistband.
Fuck, she's serious. Gezza smiled and his hand patted his pockets, which were empty and his jeans were hanging.
"I'm broke, Mia. Can't swing it." His voice broke, shame began creeping in, high school insults, Greasy Gezza, run-down loser, throbbed his brain.
She laughed not at all, but in an intimate grip of his thigh with her hand. "I'll pay, big shot." She spoke lightly, in a playful way and her fingers pulled on his hoodie. "Come on, let's have fun." Her smile was even bigger, with blue eyes shining, the Playbook had her in lust.
She's footing the bill? Hell yeah. His sleaze burst, grin back, disregarding the coldness of his chest. "Alright, you're on."
He zipped up his jeans and put his sneakers sneakers rubbing the carpet.
He turned to where his bag back laid, Should I take it or not, hmmmm. he hesitated,
Before putting his backpack on his shoulder. Guess am taking it.
Mia refined her crop top, and the skirt smoothed and her heels clicked behind her, her hand brushing through her hair back.
On their part, they moved up the wooden stairs at the basement, the house light shining through the door.
His mother was on the couch, frizzed gray hair, scrolling through her phone.
She saw Mia behind him, her crop top clung tight, her blonde hair unruly and her eyes opened as shedrop her phone on the couch.
She raised an eyebrow, with a smirk of her lips. "heading out?"
She stood of the couch glancing at Mia in her contours, and then at Gezza with.
Gezza bit his jaw, and squeezed Mia's palm, keys jangling in his pocket. Fuck, not this again.
"Yeah, be back in a flash, Ma," he grumbled, speaking in a low tone, pulling Mia with passed her.
Her fingers were warm, and her heels clicked behind her as she giggled. "Bye Mrs Thompson."
His mother smiled and winked at him without being mean. Then she resumed scrolling on her mobile.
She's impressed for once. Gezza felt his chest puffing up, his smile complacent as he opened the front door but the night air was cool and the streetlights buzzed.
Her body was pressed up against him, her heat radiated, and Mia inspected his hand with her hand. "Your mom's sweet."
They walked out on the porch, where the paint was peeling at his sneakers.
"Yeah she is.." he said, and paused on seeing a shadow pass the street.
Elena Martinez was standing in a street-light, her yoga pants hugging her hips, her tank top squashed tight, her dark hair falling loose, her brown eyes squeezed together.
Her hands were crossed over, her posture was tense, and her eyes were fixed upon his hand in his. Shit, Elena.
Gezza felt his heart beating faster, and the warmth of the Playbook aching in his bag, and a shiver piercing his chest.
Her lips curled, with a predatory look, and her eyes came back to Mia, then back to him and flicked with something gleaming--possession.
"Who's this, Gezza?" His voice was deep, sensuous and tinged with poison, his sneakers squeaking at her feet, hips swinging, as she moved.
Mia clenched his hand, her nails piercing his palm. Fuck they are sizing each other.
The blue eyes of Mia became narrow and smirk was replaced by a glare of tight lips and her body leaned into Gezza and she was making her claim.
Gezza stepped between them, his sneakers scratching the sidewalk, and his voice cracking, "Elena, chill," he said, and his voice shook. His hands up, palms out, in an attempt to calm the situation.
Playbook's making them crazy. His arm was caught by her fingers, her breast was touching him, and the eyes of Elena were burning, tapping her foot, and her arms still crossed. "I am going out just now, nothing much", he added, his smile strained, the water standing on his neck.
Mia was cut off by a blink by Elena as her lips flicked. "She's new, huh?" Her voice was high and her hand touched her hair, a jealous stroking.
Mia laughed and fussed, kicking her blonde hair back with her heels and sliding her hand to his waist. "Back off, yoga girl," Mia said, and her voice was playful but biting and her eyes flashed.
Fuck, they're gonna fight. His heart jumped in Gezza, the warmth of the Playbook blazed, and the runes flickered in his mind.
This--this, the book does--makes them property. His fingers were jerking towards his backpack, the thought of it flashed through his head; the Playbook unite mission was not simply lust but control, and they were fighting on his behalf.
He moved up, placed his hand on both their shoulders, Elena straining and Mia's hand warm. Easy, boys, both of you, he said, with a low voice, which endeavored to be commanding.
"We're good, alright?" His sleaze stung, his belly knotted and the cold increased. This harem feces is getting sticky.