Page 80 of Risky Game

Her eyes rounded, large pools of blue I now knew she got from her mom. “We can cheer super loud tomorrow?”

“Exactly.” I held out my hand for a high five. She returned it. Sufficiently distracted, I went back to the pizza. “So what movie do we watch first?”

“Duh. Frozen.”

Obviously. “You got it.”

I pulled up the movie on Logan’s TV, cleaned up the pizza mess when she was done eating, and then I made popcorn, surprising her with boxes of candy. We pigged out on junk food and Disney movies until her eyes were drooping and she couldn’t find her yawns.

It wasn’t until after I had her in bed, asleep, the living room cleaned up and was back in my own room getting ready for bed when I checked my phone.

Thinking of you…

It was a text from Logan, with an image attached. I climbed beneath my sheets before opening it and my mouth watered at the sight.

It was him. HARD. With a drop of precum on the slit of his tip with his hand fisting his shaft. He’d paused to take this, mid jerking off, over an hour ago.

I slipped my hand beneath the sheets, down to my thighs. Remembering what he’d told me last weekend, to not get myself off without him, I paused.

He hadn’t said anything about it before he left.

But…

I sent him a quick text.

Can I do the same? Sir?

I waited. Stared at my screen. It was well past ten and was early for him to be sleeping, but he had a big day tomorrow. He could be meeting with the coaches or already sleeping. Time stopped as I waited for three gray dots to appear, and with every second I waited, I was tempted to forget I even asked. He couldn’t stop me. He’d probably never know.

Finally, when I was feathering my fingers over my center, my underwear a barrier, the gray dots appeared.

Only because you were a good girl and asked nicely.

Thank goodness. It took me minutes. I shoved down my underwear and spread my legs. I was already so dripping wet and swollen it took me a few brushes over my clit before I pushed them inside. I found that sweet spot and with my heel on my clit and my fingers inside of me, I came quietly.

And not nearly as strong or enjoyable as when Logan did it.

Damn it. He really was ruining me for self-pleasure.

This time, though, I didn’t mind.

There’d be a day I had to get over it, to move on, but I had months of fun before that happened. I might as well enjoy it.

I climbed out of the bed and washed my hands, then splashed cold water on my cheeks to cool down. I was back in bed when another text came.

Enjoy yourself?

I couldn’t let him know he had the upper hand. Or how much I missed him. How much I craved him.

Immensely. It was so good. Good night.

It’d make him mad. It’d make him grumpy to think I could take care of myself. I had no doubt he wanted me to tell him it was better with him. Our games wouldn’t allow me the satisfaction.

I turned my phone to do not disturb so I wouldn’t get notifications from him.

Take that, sir.

Chapter 22

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