Page 20 of Vicious Little Games

Keep my dick in my pants around Cass.

Find twenty grand.

And either make friends with my guards or figure out a way to blackmail them for their silence this summer.

6

Cass

By Monday, I’m tired of letting Cole come between me and my fun. Matt isn’t scheduled to work the night shift for a few more days, and it’s Lowell’s last shift for two weeks. That’s why I text him to come up to my room during the midnight patrol tonight.

Lowell’s response, Hell yes. Get that pretty pussy wet for me since I won’t have time to do it myself.

I can’t help but roll my eyes even if he can’t see me do it. Of course, he won’t have time to finger me before he shoves his dick inside. Which is fine, since it would probably take him or Matt all night for him to figure out what I like, and we don’t have that kind of time. The two men have known about each other from the beginning but haven’t worked the same shift in months. I’ve even had them both at the same time. Once. We’ve never have more than ten minutes at the most, even that time, which really sucked.

Tonight, after Lowell finishes, I’m going to ask him again about talking to my father, getting his permission to date me. Daddy can’t expect me to stay a virgin forever. I’m twenty-one, old enough to legally drink, and more than ready to decide who I want to fuck and when. Ever since Madison ran away, our father has been slightly more lenient. Still, it’s not like I can go up to him, tell him I’ve been screwing two of the men who work for him, and ask for his approval to keep doing it and go on real dates with the men. That shit will never fly.

We have to play this right, ask Daddy to let me date first, and take it from there. What’s the worst that could happen? He’ll fire Lowell or Matt? Kill them?

Okay, so I get why neither man want to take that chance, but I’m tired of the quick hookups where I have to get myself off because there’s no time for foreplay.

About ten minutes to midnight, I rewatch the last video Lowell sent, then video myself lying naked in my bed, the selfie stick in one hand, my rose vibrator in the other this time. Maybe it’ll give him a hint about which part of his body I would like to have between my legs one of these nights. I’ve never been on the receiving end of oral, and ever since I watched that video, I’ve been fantasizing about it, wondering how good it would feel. Better than my fingers or the vibrator I bet.

For some stupid reason, though, when I close my eyes, trying to get myself off with the fluttering flower petal, I see Cole’s face between my legs. Not for the first time either, unfortunately. Since we met and he asked to lick me to find out how I taste, I’ve wondered if my stepbrother actually likes going down on women or was just running his mouth like usual.

Kissing him last week in the pool was a huge mistake. I still don’t know how it happened. Climbing him while our tongues tangled felt as vital a need as oxygen, a necessity that I didn’t know my body required before that moment.

I don’t want to touch any part of Cole again though.

Absolutely not.

Suffocating his smug face between my thighs is more about ending him than coming on his tongue. And I’m still convinced that his dick would be more pain than pleasure. How could it not be?

God, I really need to stop thinking about that part of Cole’s body.

I end the recording I started and try again, this time, only thinking about Lowell. Only Lowell…until a masked man interrupts his jackrabbit fucking to take me hard but not fast, then forces the guard to lick up every drop of his release from my pussy.

Cole

After everyone goes to bed Monday night, I once again slip out of my room like I have every night since I’ve been staying here. During the day, I hang out with Shane, shooting the shit until he has to get to his job in the kitchen of Sinatra’s, one of Vegas’s most popular restaurants. That’s when my patrol starts. Thankfully, I haven’t had to sit through any more family dinners, and my mom hasn’t been insisting we spend time together either, giving me space until I decide to forgive her.

I hate being angry at her and have missed her this past year, so I’m going to try to stop acting like a little shit toward her soon. Just not tonight.

Heading to the kitchen on the third floor a few minutes before midnight, I keep all the lights off, so tonight’s guard won't see me waiting. Both of the men working tonight, Neal James and Lowell Walsh, have been on duty since I got here last week. Every night at midnight and at two, they’ve walked the first floor and second, but never the third. I go to bed after that, unable to stay awake for the four and six o’clock patrols.

And just because neither of the men have made a move to the third floor yet doesn’t mean they haven’t been biding their time. Cass probably warned them last week when I got here that I was suspicious and to wait a few days before visiting her bed again.

I’ve kept myself away from her as well. That’s the easiest way to keep my dick inside my pants. And to keep breathing. I never know what that crazy bitch will do when I see her, and none of the options are great.

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