Page 229 of Plaything

I was still high, and my lack of embarrassment was very present. I didn’t care that we’d be making-out in front of everyone. Truthfully, I wanted this to be over so we could go home and sleep. I was exhausted.

“Dom, be a pal and let me know if you feel anything on your thigh. I’m hoping for a heartbeat of some sort,” Reesia joked.

“Reesia,” Collin gently scolded, shaking his head as he chuckled at her antics.

Niko leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. “No hands, Reese,” he warned in an icy tone.

Wyatt set his phone on the table with a 60-second timer. He seemed almost as annoyed as Niko. On the contrary, Dominic and Aiden looked amused, not bothered by sharing me at all.

“Pucker up, buttercup!” Reesia sang as she planted herself in front of me. I laughed at her giddiness as she leaned in.

Oh shit, this is happening.

Her lips were on mine in the flash of an eye—literally—I didn’t have enough time to close my eyes before she planted one on me. I guess we weren’t wasting any time!

Gaining my composure back, I closed my eyes and kissed her back. The room was eerily quiet, and it was slightly unnerving to feel everyone’s eyes on us.

Her lips were incredibly soft, plump, glossy, and tasted like vanilla. The intoxicating scent of her signature perfume made the kiss feel feminine. Not only that, but her movements were slow and gentle, lacking the eagerness with which she skipped up to me.

It was... nice? Incredibly different from kissing my men. Not better, not worse. Just softer.

When our lips parted, and our tongues touched, I couldn’t help but be reminded of a dance. That was exactly what it felt like our tongues dancing harmoniously. There was no harshness or fighting for dominance. It was incredibly equal.

I stood by what I said earlier. I was straight, I wasn’t into girls... but now that I was making-out with a beautiful woman—I understood the appeal. Was this what they felt whenever they kissed me? It was dreamy and melodic, and the innocence of it was sexy.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly turned on at the newness. Breaking Niko’s ‘no hand’ rule, Reesia caressed the side of my jaw as she deepened the kiss.

Dominic hardened under my ass, gripping the side of my thigh under the table. I wasn’t the only one who found the tenderness of our movements sexy...

Kissing her was enchanting but strangely unsatisfying. I kept waiting for her to actually make a move and kiss me like she meant it. We were too in sync and too timid to initiate something more. She felt the disconnect, too, like she was waiting for me to dominate the kiss.

It dawned on me that Reesia and I were both incredibly subby, as Aiden liked to put it. We were used to someone else being authoritative, controlling the kiss—we preferred it and craved it.

Our kiss was nice... but not at all my style or hers. It made me miss the controlling roughness and confidence of my guys.

As if she’d had the same realization, she quietly laughed against my lips, making me giggle as we pulled away from each other. Wyatt’s timer still had ten seconds on it, leaving everyone confused.

“What’s funny?” Niko asked with rounded eyes.

“Nothing,” Reesia and I answered in unison. It would be too hard to explain that we just weren’t compatible.

“Did you survive, Niko?” Aiden teased.

Niko held up his middle finger to his friend. “I hated every moment—”

“Stand up,” Jamie challenged, calling him out.

“Nope,” Niko immediately rejected her request, laughing once at himself. “Ready to go home?” He clapped, changing the subject from his hidden boner.

“Odette,” Reesia stuck her hand out for me to shake in the name of sportsmanship. “Always a pleasure,” she joked.

Matching her energy, I shook her hand. “Well played.”

“That’s it?” Jamie narrowed her eyes at the two of us. “Am I missing something? You fawn over her for months, and you’re over it just like that?”

Reesia casually nodded. “I promised I’d stop flirting,” she explained. It was partially true. What they didn’t know was our secret discovery. It was safe to say that I wasn’t exactly Reesia’s type—it just took a make-out session for her to realize it.

“Ready to go?” Aiden asked our group, looking determined to go home. It’d been a long day, and it was late. Far too late for his fragile age.

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