Bedroom Games (25 page)

And he drew back, then sank deep again.

I moaned, tilting my head back with sheer
pleasure. “Just like that.”

“Glad it meets your approval.” Brodie’s hands
smoothed down my back again, and then he began a rhythm: slow,
steady, and utterly maddening. With every thrust, he seemed to fill
me up just perfectly, and the sex was quickly moving from ‘talky’
to ‘heavenly.’ I began to raise my hips to meet his movements, and
my entire body quaked with each forceful slap of his body against
mine.

He knew just how to work me, his relentless,
driving thrust making my body wild with desire. I forgot about the
game, about televisions, about everything but the man over me
effortlessly fucking me toward an intense orgasm.

I could feel it building, nebulous at first,
and then growing stronger with each perfect, deliberate stroke into
my body. I gasped, my body clenching in surprised pleasure at how
speedily he’d worked me to the edge of an orgasm. “Right there,” I
cried out when he rolled his hips and hit me in the perfect
spot.

He only thrust harder.

I came, my body quaking, pussy clenching
around his cock. I panted, gasping for breath as the release rolled
through me. That had been intense.

But Brodie didn’t show signs of slowing
down…or stopping. I should have realized it. The man was a champion
marathoner at oral sex; why would he be any different at regular
sex? Instead, he continued to hammer into me, his movements strong,
sure, and hitting all my pleasure points.

And my orgasm just continued. I moaned,
startled as the release just kept going…and going. “I think I’m
coming again.”

“That so?” He shifted his grip on my hips and
began to thrust harder, and he began hitting my g-spot.

I shrieked as the orgasm turned into an
onslaught of orgasms. I was coming all over again, and I was coming
even harder than before. And Brodie? He was merciless, pounding
into me with such surety and control that I suspected he might be
able to go for hours.

I’d be a puddle if that happened.

“Brodie,” I moaned. “Oh God, you’re so
good.”

This time, he groaned, and I felt those sure
hands slip on my hips. “Don’t talk, Kandis. You’re going to make me
lose control.”

Good. I wanted him to lose control. “You’re
the best I’ve ever had,” I told him truthfully. “You know just how
to work that big cock in and out of my pussy.”

“Kandis,” he gritted, and his movements
became jerky. “Goddamn it—”

“I bet you look so sexy fucking me,” I told
him, and reached backward and smacked my own ass with my hand.

He groaned again, and I felt his body quake
with the onslaught of his own orgasm as he finally lost control. I
sighed with pleasure as he continued to pound into me, his
movements jerky and wild as he came. Then he collapsed on top of
me, breathing heavily.

We lay collapsed against each other for a
moment, the sink the only thing keeping us upright. I was
sandwiched between the hard porcelain and Brodie’s heavy body.
Which was fine, really, except that I was going to have a
faucet-shaped bruise on my tit if one of us didn’t move soon. But I
liked the feel of his body over mine, so I said nothing. I’d endure
a bruise or two.

Eventually, Brodie hauled
off of my bent body and groaned as if
he’d
been the one smashed against the
sink. I straightened, stretching out as well, and turning just in
time to see him pulling off the condom and tossing it in the nearby
garbage.

I put my hands to my lower back and flexed
and then grinned at Brodie’s reflection in the mirror when he
turned around. “I’d have never guessed you to be the type to get
all romantic and descriptive during sex, Brodie Short.”

He came to my side and wrapped his arms
around me, nibbling on my neck again. “Gets the ladies mad wet,
doesn’t it?”

I snorted.

“Habit I got into when I was a teenager,” he
admitted, and I felt his hand smooth down my back again, as if he
couldn’t stop touching my skin. “Figured I could get a lot more
pussy by being nice about it than saying ‘dat ass’ or things like
that. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Just as long as you don’t call me some other
woman’s name, you can talk as much as you want.”

He met my eyes, his expression serious.
“Please. You’re unforgettable. Your name is tattooed here.” And he
pressed my hand to his breastbone.

My eyes widened and breath escaped me. That
was…so sweet. I pulled my hand from his a second later and laughed.
“Catching more flies with honey still?”

His smile was a crooked tease, but it didn’t
quite go to his eyes. “Something like that.”

~~ * ~~

Things weren’t weird after sex with Brodie.
Which was good, considering we were living in the same room
together. But you never knew how the other person was going to act
after sex. Some people got super clingy, and others headed straight
for the door, promising “I’ll call you.”

Luckily for me, Brodie was the same as ever.
Maybe a bit more touchy-feely than normal, but in a pleasant way.
He now called me ‘baby’ in front of Marla and Jendan. And we
snuggled together when we were seated on the same sofa.

The next two days passed in a blur. Things in
the house were calm now that it was down to the four of us, but
we’d also segregated a bit. Jendan and Marla kept to
themselves—likely scheming how to keep control despite me having
the Power necklace — which left me and Brodie plenty of bedroom
time.

Or ‘bathroom’ time as the case was.

Strategy talks were non-existent between us;
the only strategies being ‘should we do it against the door or in
the bathtub again.’

They were two days of pure, unadulterated
bliss.

Which meant, of course, that someone was
bound to bring them crashing down.

Brodie took a nap after sex the afternoon
before the next live show. I couldn’t sleep. Strategic decisions
played through my mind over and over again, and I gave up on trying
to get some shut eye. Instead, I went downstairs to get a
drink.

Jendan was there in the kitchen.

“Hey,” I said, and headed for the fridge. I
pulled out a can of the sponsored brand and popped the top.
“Where’s Marla?”

“Packing her things,” Jendan said. “We’re
both packing for tonight.”

I said nothing, feeling awkward. Jendan was
my friend, but Brodie…

“You’re putting both of us up tonight, aren’t
you?” Jendan asked. “I’ve ran through multiple scenarios in my
head, and I figure it’s smarter for you to put both me and Marla
up.”

I didn’t see the point of keeping it a
secret. “You’re right,” I said, hopping up on the counter to sit
and drink my soda. “The plan is to put the two of you up, and then
Brodie’s going to vote for Marla to go home.”

He nodded. His handsome face was still tense,
but there was an easing of his brows. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“I have your back,” I assured him.

“All the way to the final two like we
originally promised?”

Shit, that was coming back to bite me in the
ass, wasn’t it. Ugh. “All the way,” I told him, though I didn’t
know if I was lying. I was pretty sure I was taking Brodie to the
end with me, but I didn’t tell Jendan that in case he won Power
next time.

He nodded. “Despite you sleeping with
Brodie?” At my look of shock he grinned. “Oh, come on. You guys are
kind of loud.”

That was…horrifying. “We are?”

Jendan pinched a thumb and forefinger
together as if to say ‘a little.’ “I think the walls here are
pretty thin.”

I bit my lip. “Um. Sorry.”

“Hey, no big deal. As long as we’re still on
for final two.”

I nodded. I felt a bit cornered, but I didn’t
blame Jendan for wanting to secure himself in the game. If I were
in his position, I’d be doing the exact same thing.

“So, just warning you, she’s pretty bitter
about the whole situation, and your hooking up with Brodie just
makes her angrier. She feels like you’ve lied to both of us the
entire time. Be prepared for her to bring out the big guns to try
and make her case to stay.”

I rolled my eyes. “You can trust me, okay?
You’re safe. Brodie doesn’t want her here because she’s coming
after me.”

He nodded. “I guess we’ll see tonight,
right?”

“You don’t need to worry.”

He gave me a wry smile. “As long as I’m in
this game, I’m always going to be a little worried.”

Well, I understood that.

CHAPTER TEN

“So, yeah, you behind the
screen there. Has Kandis said anything about me in her
confessionals? Like how she feels about me and all? Kinda feeling
out on a fucking limb here. Hello? Bueller?”
– Brodie Short, Day 59

I was nervous when the live show began.
Tonight, because I had the Power Play necklace for the first time,
I was front and center. I fiddled with the necklace while a
commercial break was on. I must have been twitchier than usual
because Brodie laid a hand over mine, pausing me. I cast him a wary
smile and laced my fingers with his.

The TV lit up with Becky Bradley’s face
again, and we quickly pulled apart.

“Hello, House Guests,” Becky said. “We’re
down to the final four. How’s the mood in the house? Marla?”

“Tense,” Marla said. “I think we’re all a
little unsure of where we stand at the moment, with the exception
of one person.”

“And who is that person?” Becky asked in her
smooth announcer’s voice.

“That would be Kandis.” Marla’s voice was
sweet. “She’s pretty much got everyone where she wants them right
now.”

“Oh? Tell me more.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. I couldn’t
wait to hear this.

Marla wouldn’t look in my direction. “Kandis
has Power this week, so she’s safe from the vote. And she’s got
both of her little boyfriends lined up to protect her—”

“Boyfriends?” I sputtered, interrupting.

“Yes, boyfriends,” Marla said, finally
shooting me a vicious look. “You’ve got your alliance plaything.”
She pointed at Jendan. “And you’ve got your bedroom plaything.” She
pointed at Brodie. “Don’t sit there and pretend to be innocent. You
and I know exactly how things are laid out.”

“Don’t even start,” I began.

Becky Bradley interrupted us again. “Is it
true that you’ve been getting cozy with your former partner,
Kandis?”

I felt all eyes on me. Anxiety flicked
through me, and I didn’t know how to answer.

“It seems like Kandis has nothing to say,”
Becky claimed. “What about you, Brodie?”

Next to me on the sofa, he shrugged. “Kandis
is a terrific girl. It’s natural that I’d fall for her.” His hand
went to my knee.

“I see. Is this a strategic alliance or
purely physical?”

“Can’t it be both?” Brodie chuckled.

Jendan’s jaw tightened, and I knew what he
was thinking. Poor guy.

“And Kandis? Do you think this relationship
with Brodie is something you’d continue outside of the house?”

Oh god! How incredibly awkward was that? I
hesitated again. If I answered yes, would that freak Brodie out?
Would I look like an idiot when he (inevitably) betrayed me like he
did Katy? I stared into space for a moment and then blurted, “I
think we’re just taking things a day at a time right now.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brodie
frown. His hand gave my knee another squeeze, this time a
questioning one. I ignored it. We’d talk later.

“Fair enough,” Becky said. “With that, it’s
time for you to announce your nominations, Kandis. Please
stand.”

I got up from the couch and headed to the
front of the room. Clasping my hands in front of me to keep them
still, I smiled at the three people seated. “This nomination is not
going to surprise anyone. Brodie’s been my partner for almost the
entire game, so I’m not going to nominate him. Jendan, Marla, I
nominate you two. It’s nothing personal, of course. Just that we’re
the only ones left.”

With that, I sat down.

“Jendan and Marla, you are both nominated for
eviction from the house. With the nominations as they are, Brodie
is the only one voting tonight.” There was a long, dramatic pause.
After what felt like an eternity, Becky spoke again. “You two will
both have a chance to give a last speech before the vote. Jendan,
you first.”

Jendan stood up and smiled at me and Brodie.
“I just wanted to say that I have no hard feelings, and if I go
home tonight, it’s not a big deal. I’ve enjoyed playing the game
with all three of you and I’m glad we got to the final four
together.” He sat back down.

“Marla?”

The soccer mom stood up and gave us a tight
smile. “I could make a nice, sweet, passive speech like Jendan, but
I’m going to call a spade a spade. We all know I’m going home
tonight.”

I tensed. Brodie’s hand on my knee was tight,
too.

Marla turned to me. “Kandis, I know you think
you’ve got this thing wrapped up, but I wanted to tell you that
you’re wrong. You haven’t played as good a game as I have, but
you’re better at fluttering your eyelashes, so that’s why you’re
there and I’m here. I’m sure both men realize by now that you have
a final two with both of them, right? No? Well, if they’re not
aware of it, let me point that out, then.”

She gave me a vicious smile and then turned
to Brodie. “Has she promised you a final two spot? Swore she’d go
all the way to the end with you? Because that’s what she’s been
telling my partner all along. That’s why he’s been quick to defend
her at every turn. She’s playing him, just like she’s playing you.
Jendan likes to be the hero, so she’s letting him have her back.
And we all know you’re led around by your dick, Brodie, so that’s
why she’s got you in her pocket.”