Page 13 of Love is a Game

Tuck strokes my hand, and I surrender to the tingling pressure building under my skin. Maybe I can’t always flick away those dark thoughts to find the light, but there are other ways to find a spark.

I glance down the aisle, slip my hand from his, and unbuckle my seatbelt.

“You okay?” Tuck’s voice is low, his eyes tracking my movements as I rise and shrug off my lightweight camel jacket.

I catch the way his gaze hovers over my semi-sheer top, and my lips curve into a faint smile. “I’m going to the bathroom,” I say, loosening my hair as I step into the aisle.

Tuck shifts in his seat, alert. “Okay.”

I pause, glancing back over my shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “Well?You coming?”

The rapid click of Tuck’s seatbelt, followed by the hurried rustle of movement as he staggers into the narrow aisle, sends heat rushing between my thighs.

Maybe I’m happy he’s here after all.

Chapter 5

Tuck

One second, I’m watching Pen’s rhythmic hip sway; the next, I’m face-to-face with the bald spot of some guy barging out of the second-to-last row.

Damn it. Pen disappears into the left-hand bathroom, and I get stuck behind Baldy. This is…awkward. I try to play it cool, but the thought of Pen waiting for me just behind that folding door sparks a growing urgency, making me shift uncomfortably.

He must sense it because he glances back at me as a muffled flush echoes from the right. When the door swings open and a young guy in a hoodie steps out, trailing headphone cords, Baldy hesitates.

“Er, maybe you were next?” he says in a thick accent I can’t quite pick.

“No, uh—I’m, er, waiting for my…wife. Yeah, you know, she’s got the…dental floss?” I mime the flossing action and point to the door. He stares at me, thoroughly confused.

“Okay,” he says finally, nodding to the vacant stall. “I will…?”

“Yes, yes! Go ahead—” I gesture hurriedly.

He enters, casting me one last look as I offer an encouraging smile. Then, I quickly rap on Pen’s door. She peeks out, pulls it open, and I squeeze into the cramped space beside her.

Cramped? It’s more like performing a full-body origami challenge.

We’re pressed together with no room to lift an elbow. Though with her tits planted firmly into my chest, I’m not complaining.

Pen, however, doesn’t hold back. “Huh. Why the hell are you so tall and bulky?”

“Why’s this space the size of a dishwasher?” I return.

“Quick—it has to be quick, Tuck,” she murmurs urgently, her hands already working on my pants.

“Oh, so no pressure?” I say, eyeing the closeness of the walls and trying to strategize positions.

“What do you need?” she breathes huskily. “Tuck, I want your big, thick cock inside me, I’m so wet for you—”

She breaks off abruptly. “Oh, you actually don’t need any help…”

“I was there the moment I saw your ass in this—is this awrapskirt?” I slide my hand through a panel to discover the soft warmth of her bare thigh. “Nice design. What’s the fabric—linen?”

Pen gasps as I breach the barrier of her panties to her slick wetness. “Seriously? Do you know how many pesticides are used in producing linen?” she scolds, her hands skimming mine as we attempt to hitch down her panties. “It’s hemp!”

“Source?” I shuffle sideways, steadying my feet alongside the toilet bowl as Penelope spins around, grasping the edge of the basin so that we’re angled diagonally.

“Colorado.” She tilts her perfect ass and widens her legs. “NotChina—”

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