The Games We Play Vol. 2 (Riley Grayson) Read Online Free Page A

worth it.”
    “Oh, it totally was.” Ali went into the living room and sat on the end of the couch, right on top of Hilary’s feet. Hilary groaned and pulled her feet back, then extended them again, resting them on Ali’s lap.
    “And now you can completely rid your brain of all those awful years you spent with that lame ass dude, what was his name?” Hilary teased.
    Ali smiled. “So, okay, we get back to his place, and things are getting all hot and heavy. I mean, he’s got me pinned against the wall, legs around his waist—” Ali paused, her body heating at the memory. She licked her lips. “But then he just stops. Cold. Just like that.” She snapped her fingers. “Then he walks out. Leaving me alone in his room.”
    “Shut up.” Hilary laughed.
    “I swear it.” Ali launched into a full blown explanation of the night’s events including the booze, pot and the other girl. Occasionally, Hilary would offer a lame “uh-huh” or an unenthusiastic “wow.” She was giving Ali a look of disbelief, like this didn’t sound like her friend she knew at all. Ali clenched her teeth. “Are you even listening to me?”
    “Yeah, of course I am. You had sex with Riley on the bed while the other girl snored.” She leaned in and grabbed her friend’s shoulders. “Ali? Ali? Is that you?”
    Ali narrowed her eyes at her friend. “You know, considering this was your idea to begin with, you’d think you’d be a bit happier for me. Or at least pretend that you cared.” She shoved Hilary’s feet to the floor and stood.
    “Sorry. I just can’t believe you did that! A threesome? Holy fucking shit girl! That’s like so many peoples’ dreams.”
    “Well it’s never been one of my weird fantasies.”
    “I’ll admit, I’m kinda jealous. Sorry if I can’t get excited about a threesome you had. Now, if I was involved . . .” She laughed.
    “Eww.” Ali scrunched up her nose. “Sorry, Hil. You know I love you, but that will never happen between us.”
    “Yeah, yeah. I know.” Hilary stood and stretched. “I’m going to go shower.”
    Ali watched her friend disappear into the bathroom and she blew out a breath. Honestly, what was Hilary’s problem this morning? Why wasn’t she excited? It was like she was listening because she felt like she had to, not because she wanted to. Well, whatever Hilary’s issue was, Ali wasn’t going to let it get her down. She was still too hyped up on the excitement of her night. Man, she was so glad she and Hilary had gotten an apartment off campus, away from their parents. It made getting away with this type of behavior so much easier. She felt so good for being so bad.
    Ali couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of what her parents would do or say if they knew how she’d behaved last night. A fake ID, drinking excessive amounts of alcohol, running home to a stranger’s bed, and a threesome! Ha! It was all so unlike her, in fact she thought she might as well enjoy it all because she knew it would never, ever happen again. No way. She was a one man type of girl. Her mother was always telling her to “make good choices.” Ali was certain last night was not a good choice. At least, not as far as her mother was concerned.
    She retrieved her cell phone from her purse and scrolled through the contacts, stopping and hovering over Riley’s. It had been a pleasant surprise when he’d asked to exchange numbers. Knowing last night was only supposed to be a single night of rebound sex, she probably shouldn’t have agreed, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to see Riley again. Hell, if she had her way, she’d see him today.
    “What are you doing?” Hilary asked as she walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her dripping wet body, another on her head.
    “Nothing.”
    “Do not tell me you got his number.” Hilary marched through the living room and stopped at the island in the kitchen. “Oh my god, you did!”
    Ali shrugged. “So what? He asked this