Page 9 of Game On

Chapter 7

Gaia

Woken by my ringingphone, I stir in a very cozy bed, surrounded by a blanket of warm, muscular male. He’s not just any male, but the one who guaranteed that the fantasies I’ve had in my head for the last nine months were all accurately portrayed.

The phone forgotten; I curl into his heat. In spite of my comfort, the caller is not so forgiving, and the damn thing starts ringing again, this time waking Blaze.

“Are you going to get that?” he asks, his voice raspy and sexy.

“I don’t want to get out of bed,” I say.

Blaze takes that as an invitation to pull me tighter to him, but the phone rings for the third time in a row. It must be an emergency.

“Sorry, something must be really wrong,” I whisper and crawl out of bed in search of the little piece of shit interrupting us.

As I am naked, the room is freezing. I grab the phone and rush to return to the warmth of the covers, and of Blaze wrapping me in his arms. The phone screen flashes that the caller was my mom. A new panic ignites in me, and I quickly dial her back.

“Hello, Mom? Is everything okay?”

“Why are you not answering your phone?”

“I was sleeping. What is the emergency?”

“I needed to make sure that you are bringing the Christmas panettone.”

I relax into the bed, and as Blaze sees my relief, his look of worry dissipates, and he relaxes as well but wiggles me out of his arms as I’m talking. I guess cuddle time is over.

“Really, Mom? Yes, I have it, and yes, I am bringing it al -” Mid-sentence I feel a movement between my legs, and a smooth wet lick to my clit makes me squeak.

“Honey, are you okay?”

“Yes, I am,” I choke out. “But, hey - hey, I got to go. What time is Christmas lunch again?”

“We will eat around one o’clock. Please, don’t get lost in a book and lose track of time. By the way, Luca is bringing his friend Blaze.”

With Blaze between my legs, it’s hard to concentrate on anything my mom is saying at all, but when I am caught off guard by his name coming up in conversation, I jerk, and my legs squeeze his head tightly before letting go. Blaze pops up to look at me, a smirk on his too handsome face.

“Will, do, Mom. Thanks for the reminders. I got to go. Bye.” My voice is breathy as I swiftly hang up the phone, before she asks questions that I’m not going to give her the answers to, and I stare back at Blaze. “I forgot that you are coming to Christmas lunch at my parents’ house.”

“Let’s finish that conversation, after I finish the conversation I’m having with your body at the moment.”

After tossing my phone on the floor, I watch Blaze’s face disappear to leave me staring at the top of his head. Soft brown hair moves a little as he works my sensitive clit with his very talented mouth. The visual is as stimulating as the feel of his tongue moving against me. It is matched in sensation by his day-old stubble grazing my inner thigh. Hard and soft, scratchy and wet, the combination sends me skyward, my back arching, as my hands find their way to his hair. I hold Blaze in place and brace myself for the fall.

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