Page 78 of Sideline Play

“He’s saying it because you’re the best,” Remington murmurs at my neck, kissing where it slopes and is swallowed by his sweatshirt.

“You said I was coddling you.”

I can feel his lips pull up in a smirk against my skin as he says, “You were, but now you kick my butt every freakin’ day. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this perpetually sore in my life.”

“Are you sure it’s from the conditioning and not all the sex?” I ask, slapping both hands over my mouth when I realize just how loud my response was, Reeves laughing so hard, the giant jester tips over in his chair.

“And on that note,” Dad says, grabbing his beer and plate of deviled eggs as he stands up, “I’m going to bed.” Going around first to Reeves and helping him up before warning with a hug, “Don’t even think about repeating what she said,” then to Roman giving him a hug and kiss on his head, murmuring, “Night, son,” before stopping at Remi and me. “You two,” he instructs, using the bottle to gesture between us. “Contraceptives are our friends.Use them.”

“Says the teenage father in the group,” Reeves quips.

“Which is exactly why I’m a subject matter expert.” Balancing his plate and beer on our chair, he adds, “I’m also an expert in the field of, They’re Not Always Effective. Hence my sweet princess, here,” cupping my face and squishing my cheeks together. Kissing the crown of my head, he says, “Love you, Scarlet. Sweet dreams.” Then letting me go, he takes Remington’s hand and nods, “You too, Tate,” and Winnie scrambles up from her bed to follow my dad, or more accurately his plate, back into the house.

Even with my dad gone to his room for the night, we finished out the game with the final round coming down to Remington and Roman a little over an hour later. Reeves, per usual, was the first knocked out due to points. At the end of round two, I joined him, Remington having beaten me out by a single question. And in the final round, my brother tapped out on two questions back to back using up his pass and having to take the zero because he adamantly did not want to know if Remington favored domination or submission or even guess at the one kink that would be a deal breaker if his partner wasn’t into it.

With a hug that lifts me off the ground and nearly breaks my back it’s so fierce, I say good night to Reeves while Remi removes the doused ashes from the firepit. Setting me down, he instructs, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Sugar,” giving me a conspiratorial wink.

“Which is nothing,” Roman says, playfully shoving him to the side. “So how about this: Squeaks, we leave Sunday; cool it until we’re about twenty minutes down the road, yeah? Maybe forty-five.”

“Uh, no,” I reply definitively. “I lived with you two for over ayear.Consider yourselves lucky that I’m foregoing any sort of revenge and will keep things contained to our bedroom and since we don’t share any walls, you won’t be able to hear us. At least not too much. I get pretty loud when?—”

“Okay,” Remi interrupts, clapping his hand over my mouth and pulling my back into his front. When I start trying to nip at his palm, he quietly growls, “Keep at it, baby. You’re already gonna be beggin’ to finish tonight as it is,” before picking me up and announcing, “See y’all in the morning.”

Looking over his shoulder, I wave at Roman and call, “Night, Ro-Boat; love you!”

“Hate you!” he returns before making a heart with his hands.

Once upstairs, Remington sets me down on the bed with a soft bounce. Ripping his sweatshirt and my tank over my head, he gruffly says along my shoulder, “You’ve been squirming on my dick all night long, and I’ve lost about every thread of patience and restraint I possess waitin’ for when I could get back inside your sweet pussy,” licking the lifted swell of my breast before undoing my bra.

“Sorry, Daddy,” I offer, though the smile trying to pull at my lips says I’m anything but.

Raising an eyebrow, he pinches my nipple until I gasp.

“Do you think teasing me is fun, baby girl?”

When I don’t answer fast enough, he flips me around so my legs are forced to stand, the upper half of my body stretched over the bed.

“Well,” he muses, “Let’s see how you like it,” his hand cracking down on my ass, the impact jiggling the muscle.

An unsolicited moan of “Yes,” is drawn out of me and quickly followed by a plea for more which he provides, spanking the other cheek then the curve where my butt meets the top of my thighs.

Stopping to sooth the blooming heat that’s spreading across my backside, its warmth echoing inside me as my panties grow damp and sticky, he ponders, “Do you think you can last for an hour without coming or begging for my cock?”

I know the answer is an emphatic no. Hell fucking no, if I’m being honest with myself. There’s an intoxicating rush of power that comes from knowing that without even trying, I’ve made him absolutely feral for me. It has me already wet and needy, and he’s barely even touched me. Still, unable to admit the truth we both know, I challenge, “Do your worst,” biting the duvet to smother my shouts as another quick series of spanks rains down around my butt and thighs.

THIRTY-FOUR

SCARLET

“Merry Christmas everyone!”I exclaim, jumping down the last two stairs, my heeled boots making a loud clomp on the hardwood. Skipping over to Remington, the bells of my reindeer antler headband jingling, I clap my hands excitedly as he hands me a massive tumbler filled with iced coffee, his eyes blurry and unfocused. With a hardy sip of caffeine and sugar, my smile stretches further when the sweet taste of peppermint greets me. “Christmas-In-A-Cup,” I cry, wiggling about as I take another long sip before stepping up on my toes and kissing him. “Thank you.”

Mumbling, he nods his head and shuffles around the island to take a seat, the stool teetering as he partially misses it when he goes to sit down.

“Scarlet,” Roman groans from the counter, head buried in his folded arms and hood pulled up. “It’s three in the morning.”

“But it’s Christmas!”

“No,” Reeves snaps. “It’s Black Friday.”

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