Page 52 of The Game

I suck in a deep breath to keep myself under control as she strokes along the heated length.

“Please. Don’t. I want to be inside you. If that’s okay.”

“Yes. Yes. Please. I want it all.” She releases me, pulling at my hips again.

I sit up, jerking my shorts and boxers off in one swift move and tossing them to the floor. I twist back to see her lying there. My eyes devour every inch of her light brown skin. Those curves. Fuck. I roll over until I’ve got her underneath me, desperate to get inside. I’m almost there. So close, brushing her liquid heat.

“Fuck!”

She looks up, startled, as I sit back on my heels.

“Condom. I don’t have a condom.” I drag a hand through my hair, swearing at myself internally for not planning ahead. Not that I was expecting this to happen tonight, but I should have been prepared. I should have known something like this would happen. I’ve been thinking about her naked underneath me almost every day for the last few weeks.

Her lower lip pushes out in a slight pout. “It’s ok. We can do other things. I’d love to get a taste of you.” My cock twitches as if it can feel her eyes drifting down to check him out.

As much as I’d love to feel her mouth around me, I’m not sure if I’m going to get this chance again. As real as this is starting to feel for me, I know it’s not part of the deal. She said we could have tonight because we can pretend to be other people. Less broken people. And if this is all I’m going to get, then I want everything. I want to sink so deep inside her she’llnever forget me.

I drag a hand through my hair, glancing from the door to her beautiful body laid out before me. Those boys are prepared for everything. I just might be able to find what I’m looking for.

“Hang on a sec.”

Pushing myself up and away from her is difficult. I don’t want to leave her even for a second, but I do. “I think I’ve got this.”

“Okay.” Her lazy smile stretches in a contented yawn.

Snatching the shorts off the floor, I unlock it and cautiously push it open. The muffled noise from the party downstairs roars back to life as I creep down the hall, breathing a sigh of relief when I don’t run into anyone.

The hall closet is a treasure trove. I don’t know if it’s Beau or someone else who keeps it stocked, but there’s a basket full of hotel sized extras. Flowery shampoo, and tiny bottles of body wash. I root through the baskets, pushing aside tampons and toothbrushes still in their packaging. C’mon, c’mon.

“Whatcha looking for?”

The sound of Beau’s voice freezes me like a kid caught climbing on the cupboards to reach the chocolate stash on the top shelf.

“Nothing. I’m good.”

He moves closer. “Cole. I thought we’d been over this. You’re part of the team and you live in this house. What do you need?”

My face scrunches up as I debate my options. Didn’t exactly want to share with the class, but I really, really want to go backto that girl in my room, and I don’t think he’s going to let me go until I fess up.

“Condom,” I mutter under my breath.

A brief laugh bursts out of him, and I can feel him behind me before he claps a hand on my back. “Nice. I gotcha covered.” He reaches down to the bottom shelf and moves aside a stack of towels to reveal not one, but four unopened boxes of condoms. Ambitious.

“Take what you want. I’ll put my headphones back on. Enjoy.”

He leaves me with burning cheeks, and I snatch up the first box my fingers close on.

I slink back to my room, booty in tow as his door shuts behind him. I guess he’s done with the party.

Jazz is sitting up when I get back, legs pulled up to her chin, eyes wide as she gnaws on that plump lower lip of hers. I hope she’s not having second thoughts.

“You good?” I ask, closing the door, but hesitating before I strip the shorts off even though the loose material feels like it’s strangling my dick and I’m dying to tear them off. Maybe we’ll have to spend the night together in a different way. My pained cock isn’t pleased with the idea. He deflated a little during the incident in the hall but came roaring back to life as soon as we spotted all that bare skin again.

“Yeah. Did you find what you were looking for?”

I give her a slow scan, drinking in every inch. Long legs, thick thighs, plump hips and those tits, peeking out behind her knees. When I get to her face, I study every inch from herslightly upturned nose to her rosy cheeks and sex-mussed black hair. “Oh, I definitely did.” My eyebrow arches.

The pretty hint of a flush in her cheeks spreads to her chest.

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