Falling Away (24 page)

             
“Princess,” he beckoned. I went, but took my sweet time getting there. He pulled me to a stop between his legs and his eyes scanned me from head to toe. This would get really embarrassing if he took my bra, and the way he kept staring at my breasts made me sure he was gonna go that route. The decision made, his head bent up to stare at me, a wicked grin across his face, ‘cause he wanted to watch my reaction as he took whatever was going. His hands reached underneath my skirt, and I felt my eyes widen and my mouth drop as my panties began sliding south. I groaned and covered my face as he made me step out of them.

             
What was I thinking coming up with this game! I should’ve just spared myself the endless embarrassment and talked dirty to him for five minutes. It probably would’ve been enough to get him to misbehave. Now he loved this game, and was gonna
wanna
play it all the
freakin
’ time!

             
“I’m going to get my own food this time, so why don’t you go ahead and lie down on the bed for me?”

             
“Oh, shit,” I blurted, my eyes peeking between my fingers. He rose and headed for the food. I scooted back on the bed and rolled down. I couldn’t tell what he was choosing ‘cause his back blocked my view. I lay there, shaking my head at my stupidity until he straddled himself over my hips, a bowl and a salt grinder in his hands.

             
Edamame
. Well, it least it wasn’t something sticky.

             
Good Lord…
He had already shelled several beans and was actually making a long winding trail of them all across my belly. After placing about fifteen beans, he twisted the top of the salt grinder and sprinkled tiny white granules all across my skin. “For some reason I really want a lime and tequila shot right now.”

             
I grinned, trying to withhold the laughter I felt within. “Don’t make me laugh right now, Evan!”

             
“Oh, right. Guess I should help you out with that then, huh?’ He wiggled his eyebrows and began kissing my stomach, occasionally sucking up a soy bean and licking some salt to go with it. There was actually something really sensual about it all. His love bites were soft and delicate, and sometimes he’d look up to watch me watching him. And all of a sudden it didn’t seem so stupid, and I actually reached out to play with his hair until he finished. Afterwards, I could tell he was headed for my mouth, so I wagged my finger at him.

             
“Uh-uh. You’re not allowed above my neck, remember?”

             
“But you know where I am allowed? An exposed area for one minute. And you know which area
is
technically exposed?” he asked, his grin becoming more wicked with each passing second.

             
I gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

             
“Your rules say I can.
Every
time I win.” He loved my reaction as my O face made another appearance. “You thought I forgot about that little part, didn’t you?”

             
“Oh, my God.” I threw the back of my arm over my eyes the moment his hands spread my legs apart. I didn’t
wanna
admit it, but my insides were already tingling, yearning for what I knew he was capable of doing down there. He chuckled, and a moment later something hit the bed beside me. “There. My phone has a stopwatch feature if you’d like to time me.”

             
I laughed uncomfortably, but within seconds of his lips kissing and licking me, that awkward
oh, my God
from before became a pleasurable one. I didn’t time him, but by the number of times my back tried to lock into an arch, I’d say he went well over one minute. Which was cruel in a way. It was my intention to do the exact same thing to him, and here he was nailing me with my own dirty trick. But at least I had him excited, ‘cause he was gripping my skin so hard his fingers had to be leaving red marks.

             
The bastard abandoned me abruptly, leaving me squirming for more on purpose, sensations erupting from my belly uncontrollably. As I struggled to deal with my inner spasms of ecstasy, he watched me with amusement, popping a few more beans into his mouth. I was really
freakin
’ turned on at the moment, and as wet as he just made me, I didn’t like that my panties were now sticking out of his side pocket like a trophy. And if I lost anymore rounds, he was surely gonna do that all over again…and part of me wanted that
so
bad.

             
It was awkward to sit, and I grabbed the cards and shuffled them, determined to win the next hand. “You are really lucky I took your shirt that first round, cause I’m going for those lower layers now, bucko.”

             
“It’s called strategy,
Jenna
. Being one of the co-creators of this game, I would’ve thought you understood that.” He sat down with a glass of water in hand, dragging his finger all along the top rim. “You dressed all sexy to screw with my dick, when what you should’ve been doing was putting on six layers of underwear.” He winked before sipping his drink. “And yes, if you lose another hand, I will make you pay for it all over again.”

             
I didn’t doubt that taunt for one second. “How is it you understand this game better than I do?”

             
Half-smile. Wink. And nothing more. Oh, it was so on!

             
I flicked his cards at him, and he good-naturedly collected them.
Finally!
A hand I wasn’t gonna lose. I crossed one leg over the other and kicked it out repeatedly. He’d already dumped three cards, his eyes greedily
watching my foot as it went in and out of view. It wasn’t until I gave him new cards that he realized I’d kept my entire hand.

             
“What exactly do you have in there, Princess?”

             
Princess smiled. Big time.

             
And then I spread my awesome cards across the table. Full house, kings over threes.

             
“Fuck,” he groaned, and threw his hand on the table. He had absolutely nothing, not even a pair.

             
I giggled, happy to finally exact some revenge. I straddled his lap and felt his body writhe beneath mine as I squeezed him through his thin cargo pants. Good thing he wore the loose ones, ‘cause he was running out of room in there. My hands slowly climbed his chest, and he actually griped when I removed the tie from around his neck.

             
“What? I thought you were going to start taking off some of those,” he cried, motioning his eyes downward.

             
I laughed wickedly, enjoying his frustration. “Why? So I can offer you some relief instead of forcing you to deal with a
stiffy
? No,
Evan
,” I teased. “I told you. I
wanna
see you standing there with nothing but a sock sticking up in the air.” Just for pleasure, I squeezed him again before standing up. “I’ll spare you the edible part of this win, ‘cause I don’t think you have too long before you burst through the seams down there.”

             
I quickly shuffled the deck as he squirmed to get comfortable in his seat, eyeing me mischievously. My next hand sucked something else and I had to trade out three cards, same as Evan. Apparently, neither of us wanted to show our cards first.

             
“I’ve got nothing,” I finally loathed.

             
“Me neither. Guess that means the highest card wins.”

             
Ooh
. A grin spread across my face ‘cause I had the queen of hearts, and I quickly tossed it to the table. “Did I beat you?”

             
He tossed his king of clubs over my card.

             
Shamelessly, he rebutted, “I’ve got something I’d love for you to beat, but sadly, I’ll have to wait a bit longer.” My mouth dropped open in shock. His dirty little mind was getting more brazen by the second…and I secretly loved it. “Jenna, you look really cute with your mouth hanging open like that, but if it gets tired
from repeating the gesture all night, just let me know. I’ve got something I’d like to slide in that’ll be the perfect fit to offer you some relief.”

             
I slowly clamped my mouth, pursing my lips so not to be tempted to do that again. Oh, the sexual tension had him
so
close to snapping. Without waiting to be summoned, I willingly got up, placed my hands on my waist and exaggerated my sway. He reached out and firmly squeezed his favorite place, my hips. His fingers dug in so hard I thought for sure he was gonna rip the skirt from my body. And just to drive him a little more nuts, I moved my hands to his head and roughly combed through his hair. His head easily wrenched back with each tug, a look of pure bliss on his face.

             
“You know, you look kinda drunk right now.”

             
“That’s your fault,” he said very slowly. “It’s because I can
smell
you.”

             
“Oh…” I bent to whisper in his ear, “Serves you right for taking my panties and then screwing with the dam, ‘cause now I’ve sprung a leak that you haven’t tended to.”

             
He was still dazed, but laughing seemed to snap him out of it a bit. He pushed me backward and left me standing out of reach, his eyes filled with sexual desire as he ogled my body. He held his hand out, rubbing his fingertips together. “Could I please have your bra now, Princess?”

             
Yeah, I knew that was coming. I was in the process of reaching behind my back and turning around when I suddenly heard something I used to say to tease him in our dreams. “
Bip-bip-bip-bip-bip
!
” I gasped and shot around to face him, appalled he even remembered that. “I swear to God, Jenna. I’m walking a fine line here. If you make that O face one more time, I
will
shove myself in it.”

             
Oh, really? I slowly scraped my teeth across my bottom lip and made my way back to him, swinging my leg around so I could sit snugly in his lap. Yeah, he was definitely having a
hard
time down there. It seemed licking me the way he did got my pheromones all crazy, and actually might’ve screwed him more than it did me. Reaching up to scratch his scalp with my fingernails, I leaned to whisper
in his ear. “Is that a promise?
If you want it off so bad, why don’t you just take it then?”

             
“Are you talking about me or you right now?”

             
I chuckled, ‘cause he was literally throbbing between my legs, and I knew he was close to breaking on me. But before he could start stripping himself instead of me, I reached behind and unfastened my bra, dropping the lace between us. “Me,” I replied all innocent-like. “You can stay all snug and warm in your clothes for now.” I looked down to his feet. “But if you’d like to cool down a bit, I can remove those socks for you if I
ever win another hand or two.” He glared at me, his lips rolling tightly, disappearing inside his mouth. “So how’s that strategy working out for you now?” I teased, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.

             
Oh, that did it. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes, which were just two inches from mine. You know that
ol
’ saying,
don’t poke the bear
…maybe I’d actually learn that now.
             

             
“You know, I’m feeling kind of hungry again, so I should probably grab something to eat. You may be willing to pass on the edible portion of our game, but I’m not. I know
exactly
what I’m in the mood for next.”

             
“Oh, yeah?”

             
He stood with me still enveloped within his arms, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his body to keep from dragging. He leaned me over until my back was flush against the bed, releasing me. “Get comfy,” he whispered before pulling away.

             
I lay there while he messed around at the food table again, curiously awaiting his next course.

             
“Finally, I get to practice my culinary plating skills,” he scoffed, enclosing my body with his knees as he crawled towards me and finally settled upon my hips.

             
I covered my eyes in shame the moment he used a spoon to smother peanut sauce in a circle on my breasts. The metal spoon was
freakin
’ cold and he allowed it to linger there on purpose, waiting for me to shiver. I tried not to laugh as something was placed on top of the sauce, most likely the Vietnamese spring rolls I sliced earlier. I figured they’d most likely be used for this purpose, but imagining it happening and actually being subjected to it, were two completely different things.