Games We Play by Dana Isaly

Chapter Six

“Come on, Curly Q,” I laughed, landing a smack on her ass as I unclipped the leash from her collar and stood up, taking her with me. “Let’s go for a swim.”

She squealed as she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I threw my mask down on the chair and carried her out back to my pool.

“You’re stupidly rich, you know that?”

I snorted and opened the back door onto the patio. The sun was setting, and my outdoor lighting had turned on, making the backyard glow golden. I flipped a switch on the side of the house to turn the pool lights and waterfalls on.

“You can put me down. I can walk, and I know I’m not light.”

“Shut the fuck up, you’re beautiful,” I said and gave her thick ass a squeeze. I meant it. I was attracted to every curve, every little roll, and every stretch mark she had on her body. Her tits were pressed up against my chest and with every step bounced against me. She was going to drive my dick insane.

She bit her lip in a smile and looked around.

“You cannot have made all this money just from gaming.” She gave me a look, and I laughed.

Fair assumption, little one.

“Can you swim?”

“Of course I can swim,” she said with her eyebrows scrunching together.

“Okay, good,” I said and tossed her into the pool. I took my shirt off as she coughed and broke the surface.

“Jackass!” she yelled and pushed her hair out of her face. I smiled down at her and kicked off my jeans and boxers.

“Watch your mouth, pet.”

“Get in here and make me.”

I grinned down at her and watched her eyes roam over my body. My blood heated under her gaze, especially when she lingered just below my waist. She took her bottom lip between her teeth, and I jumped in next to her, making sure to make as big of a splash as possible.

“Asshole,” she muttered as I came up beside her.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you,” I said, pulling her to me. I dipped my head back in the water to slick my hair out of my face. I kept it long, partially because it helped hide my face and partially because I liked it when girls had something to pull on.

Quinlan was staring at my mouth when I looked back at her.

“I like your lip piercing.” Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and I moved us over to the built-in bench so that I could sit her on top of me. I wasn’t going to have sex with her yet, but I loved the sweet torture of her being pressed up against me.

“You used to have one,” I said, rubbing my thumb across her lower lip where her scar was. Her lipstick was still smeared around her mouth like a bruise, and it only made her look more beautiful.

“I did. Not very professional though. I got rid of it a few years ago.” Her fingers traced along the tattoos on my arm. “So,” she said, leaning back to wet her hair as well. In the low light of the setting sun, it looked like liquid fire. Her breasts peeked out of the water, and it took all my willpower to not take them in my mouth. “What else do you do besides gaming to pay for all of this?” she asked, coming back up out of the water.

“Well, a few years ago, I came up with a very complicated and sought-after code and sold it to Microsoft. That’s what paid for most of what you see. I also bought a string of clubs in LA and San Francisco with that money as an investment, and they are doing…very well.” I could see her taking notes mentally as I spoke, still working even while she was playing. “I still stream and game because I enjoy it, not really because I have to anymore.”

“And what would all of your adoring fans do without you?” She let out a little giggle, and I matched her smile. I let my hands fall from her hips to her thighs and gave them a squeeze.

“Adoring may be a strong word.”

She shrugged. “So, the Joker, a faceless gamer and horny voice actor, is also Jack, a club owner and computer wiz.”

I pulled her a bit closer, letting her heat settle against my length that was in a perpetual state of hardness with her around. She sighed, and I watched her skin glow rose gold in the setting sun.

“Basically,” I said and then leaned forward and captured her mouth in mine. She ran her tongue across my lip ring. “What else do you want to know?” I asked, breaking from her lips only to grab them again. “You could ask me for anything right now and I think I’d give it to you.”

She laughed into my mouth. “Okay,” she said, breaking the kiss fully and pulling away so that I couldn’t capture her again. She pushed off the seat and treaded out into the water. “What is something you want me to write about you?”

“What do you mean?” I asked as I watched her arms move through the illuminated water. The sun was setting quickly, almost completely below the horizon, which allowed her entire silhouette to be lit up underneath the warm water.

“If there was one thing you would want people to know about you, what would it be? Do you want me to paint you as this mysterious hard-ass?” She breathed a laugh. “Or do you want me to make you out to be the cinnamon roll that you are?”

“Cinnamon roll?”

“Yeah, you know. Squishy, sweet…tastes good…” She trailed off with a heated gaze.

“Squishy?” I asked with mock outrage as I advanced on her. She let out a loud laugh and tried to swim away, splashing water in my face to try and slow me down.

“Okay, okay!” she yelled as I caught up to her and pressed my fingers into her ribs, taking a correct guess that she would be ticklish. “Okay! Squishy was the wrong word!” I quit tickling her and pulled her back flush against my front. She took deep breaths, trying to calm down.

I pushed her hair off her shoulders and took her neck in my mouth, biting down hard enough to leave a bruise as my hand traveled lower and cupped her. She moaned, and I licked the bite.

“Is this what a squishy cinnamon roll would do?” She laid her head back on my shoulder, and a content smile spread across her lips. Even through the water, I could feel that she was wet for me. I let a finger push through her folds and softly circle her clit. Her entire body tensed as she took a deep breath.

“Okay, maybe I’ll go with the mysterious hard-ass option,” she said breathlessly. I smiled against her soft skin and kissed the mark I had left on her neck. My hand slipped free from between her thighs, and she groaned. “Definitely an ass though,” she murmured.

“You were interviewing me,” I said innocently. “I didn’t want to be rude and distract you.”

She turned around in my arms and looked up at me. “Tell me about your parents. Where do you come from?”

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. “My birth mom was never around. I never met her. She hung around for the first few months and then dipped. She was from Puerto Rico, and my dad always said he figured she went home to her family. She supposedly never wanted to be a mom. So I guess I’m just lucky I’m here.” I shrugged when I saw Q’s face drop.

“Jack,” she murmured, her eyes sad. “I’m so sorry. I…I don’t know what to say. That’s awful.”

“It’s okay. Hard to miss someone you never knew. And my dad was more than enough of a parent.”

“He’s still around?”

“Definitely.” My fingers traced little circles on every part of her skin. I couldn’t get enough of it. It was going to be hard letting her walk out the door the next morning, knowing I wouldn’t be able to taste her again. The deal was one night. One. But I wasn’t sure now that it would be enough.

“So, where is he?” she asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“He’s up in San Francisco now. He’s some big-time lawyer up there.”

“And he’s supportive of you?” Her smile was warm, and I brought my thumb up to start wiping away the more stubborn lipstick that was still smeared.

“He is. He put himself through law school part-time once I was old enough to take care of myself after school. We struggled, but I never went without anything essential. And, like I said, once I was old enough, I got my own job and was able to get smart with money pretty quickly.”

“I love that,” she said, running her hands through my hair. “My parents are back in the Northeast, completely and totally not okay with the life I’ve chosen.”

“Why’s that?” I asked, frowning. “You seem to be doing okay.”

“I’m doing more than okay, thank you. But I come from a very long line of very old money. And it was assumed and expected that I would follow in the footsteps of that money and become a doctor or a senator or something, I don’t know,” she finished, rolling her eyes. “But I love to write. I love meeting new people. And, as you can see,” she said, gesturing to her tattoos. “I enjoy things senators and doctors aren’t supposed to.”

“Do you like other things senators and doctors aren’t supposed to, Quinlan?” Her eyebrows scrunched together in a silent question. “Like the things I was doing to you earlier? The things I was saying to you?” The sun was fully set, but I could still see the red creep across her cheeks. She looked away, but I grabbed her chin and pulled her attention back to me. I got within an inch of her lips, so close I could feel her breath across my own. “Did you like it, Quinlan?”

“Yes,” she breathed.