Games We Play by Dana Isaly

Chapter Sixteen

I didn’t know who woke up first, but suddenly she was facing me, and her leg was in the crook of my arm, opening her wide. Then I was inside of her, moving and stroking her slowly. Our foreheads fell together, and our noses touched. Our breaths mixed together as our lips hovered over each other’s, just close enough to barely touch.

She was so wet and warm. I ground into her as deep as I could, angling her so that her clit could move against my pelvis. My free hand tangled in her hair, anchoring her to me as I picked up speed.

“You feel so good,” she whispered. “I never thought I would have this,” she admitted. I hit a certain spot inside of her that had her whimpering.

“Have what?” I asked, panting and trying to hold back from just pounding her into the mattress.

“Someone that could make me feel like this.” She moaned and started meeting my thrusts as much as she could in the position I had her. “It’s going to be very hard to go back to pretending after this,” she said with a breathy little laugh.

A wave of irrational jealousy crashed through me, and I kissed her to keep her from saying anything else that was going to set me off. In a very caveman-like gesture, I flipped her onto her back and put both of her legs on my shoulders, taking control.

When I slid back into her wet heat, I felt her shiver against me. I leaned forward and started rutting against her like a man possessed. My thumb found her clit, and she immediately cried out, her walls clutching me like a lifeline. I fell over the edge a moment later, claiming her for myself and ruining her for any other man or woman that might cross her path.

“You don’t have to,” I finally said as the last of my seed spilled into her. Her legs dropped from my shoulders and fell around my hips. She ground against me, still needy, and fuck did she look hot doing it. My fingertips gently started to move between her folds, moving around that little bundle of nerves but not quite touching it.

“Don’t have to what?” she asked, moving faster against me.

“Fuck,” I whispered as she continued to move against my softening cock, the friction making my abs jump. “You don’t have to go back to pretending,” I ground out.

Her head pressed back into the pillows as she took what she needed from me, coming again on my cock. I felt her coat me with liquid heat as I twitched inside of her, struggling not to move. I was overstimulated in the best way.

I groaned and watched her chest rise and fall as she came down. She moved to let me free, but I grabbed her hips and held her against me. I could feel both of our releases leaking out between where we were joined, and it was almost hot enough to get me going again.

“You don’t have to go back to pretending.” Her pussy moved against me again, and I jerked a little, the stimulation sending an electric shock to my stomach. “We could extend this little game.”

She smiled up at me in the darkness. “You want me for another night, Joker?” she asked, licking her lips.

“Or longer,” I hedged, wondering if she was going to turn me down. I hadn’t really thought it through. I shouldn’t have asked her while I was still inside of her. I cringed at how manipulating that could seem. I hadn’t meant to. It had just come out of my mouth like fucking word vomit.

She was silent a moment too long.

“I— Sorry. I’ll go get a cloth, hold on,” I said lamely and eased out of her, making my way to the bathroom and not looking at her.

“Fucking idiot,” I whispered to myself when I turned on the water. As I waited for it to warm up, I stared at myself in the mirror. “This is why you don’t do relationships anymore,” I said, pointing an accusing finger at myself.

I wet the washcloth with warm water and cleaned myself off before sticking it back under the water and rinsing it out for her. I hated being caught off guard. I was going to have to fight through the embarrassment and just go back in there and apologize.

I was walking myself through how I was going to do that while I let the hot water flow over my fingers. And then her warm hands were at my back and circling themselves around my waist. She planted a kiss in between my shoulder blades as I waited.

“You bolted out of there pretty quickly,” she murmured into my back. “Were you asking me out?”

I turned the faucet off and turned around in her arms. I let my wet hands rest on the counter behind me while she kept her arms wrapped firmly around my waist. I was starting to feel smothered by the possibility of her saying no.

“Yes,” I answered.

“It took you long enough,” she said with a smile. “I mean, I honestly thought that you would ask me after Hudson gave you so much shit for it in the hallway.”

“Oh, you heard that, did you?” I asked, breathing a sigh of relief. “Eavesdropping, naughty girl?”

“You can punish me for it later,” she said, staring up at me with a challenge in those coffee-colored eyes.

“Is that a yes, Curly Q?” I wrapped a strand of her wavy hair around my fingers. It had air-dried after our shower earlier with the softest curls.

“I guess,” she said with a shrug and a smile. I grinned down at her and then bent over and threw her over my shoulder before she could protest. She squealed and gripped my waist.

“Such a brat.” Picking up the clean cloth from the counter with my free hand, I cleaned her up as best I could, watching the reflection of us in the mirror. “You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?” I asked, dropping the dirty cloth back to the counter.

I spread her open with my fingers, taking in the beautiful sight of her swollen and sore from our night together. Her breaths picked up a bit as I explored with my fingers, watching her become wet all over again. She was so fucking responsive. I dipped a finger inside of her, and she gasped against me.

“Too bad brats don’t deserve orgasms,” I said, pulling my finger out of her and landing a hard smack on her pussy before carrying her back to the bed.

“Please, Jack,” she whined, trying to rub her thighs together. “You started it!”

“You’re going to lie here and sleep the rest of the night. If you behave, I’ll reward you in the morning. Stop,” I commanded, gripping one of her thighs that wouldn’t stop moving, searching for any relief. My little pet was insatiable, and I fucking loved it.

“Please,” she tried again.

“No. Go to sleep. And don’t you dare touch yourself, or I will spank you so hard before you leave for work in the morning that you won’t be able to sit down. Got it?”

She groaned and sighed. “Fine, I’ll behave,” she huffed. “I’m fucking exhausted anyway,” she said and then, as if proving her point, yawned dramatically.

“Go to sleep and stop trying to use me for orgasms, then.”

“If you insist,” she mumbled, already half-asleep, and went silent.

I stroked her hair and breathed in her scent as she relaxed and fell back asleep. Once she was finally asleep, I was finally able to let myself smile broadly, excited at the prospect of dating this wild little thing in my arms. The guys were going to give me so much shit for them being right. I rolled my eyes thinking about it.

When the sun started to come up, my mind finally exhausted itself and let me drift back to sleep.

* * *

I woke up and blinked against the bright sunlight streaming through my blinds. I rolled onto my side and checked the time on my phone. It was already noon.

“Shit,” I swore and rolled over to wake Quinlan up. “Q, you are so, so late,” I said as I rolled all the way over to find myself alone in bed.

The fuck?

I threw the covers off and stalked through the house, saying her name and looking for any sign of her. All of her clothes and work shit was gone. I peered out of the window, and her car was gone. I ran my hands through my hair, a sinking feeling filling up my gut.

Had she just decided to leave?

And then a real panic sank in.

Had she played me? Did she just fuck around and go along with everything just to expose me and catch some big break at work?

“No, Jack,” I said out loud to myself. “She signed NDAs.”

But she had really only signed anything that prohibited her from telling anyone my real name. She could easily get around those by talking about our night together and all the things we did.

“Shut up,” I muttered, walking back into my room. “She may have left a note.”

I sighed when I made my way over to the side she had slept on and found a small slip of paper on the floor that must’ve fallen off sometime after she left.

I called myself pathetic and bent over to pick it up.

I have to work until 5.

Text me when you wake up, Joker.

524-333-1167

-Q

Just over five hours until she was back in my space, filling it up with her laughter and sass mouth. I hadn’t had something, someone, to look forward to in so long I wasn’t sure what to do with myself.

I took the note she had written me and stuffed it in the bottom of my sock drawer. I didn’t know what possessed me to keep it, but in that moment, I couldn’t throw it away. I covered it up and closed the drawer.

Glancing over at the bed, still rumpled on both sides, I smiled to myself.

Five hours.