Page 29 of The Games We Play

“No. God, no. He’s…” She pauses looking over her shoulder at the cabin. “He’s a really good friend of mine. We just faked it.”

The tension in my face releases and I can’t help but smile.

She glances up at the monstrous redwood tree and I study the lines of her smooth skin between her jaw and collarbone. She swallows thickly as I see the muscles of her throat constrict.

I step toward her as she turns around, leaning up against the bark.

I place my arms on either side of her head, caging her in entirely so they see as little of her as possible.

“Well, now that you’ve got me here, what are you going to do with me?” she says, playfully, assumably trying to make this whole situation less awkward.

“I’m going to pin you up against this tree. Put my hand down the front of your pants, and pretend like I’m touching you. You have to fake it…again.”

She snaps a quizzitive look back at me.

“You don’t want to…I mean…” She tucks a stray strand behind her ear as she shifts her weight between her feet.

“You don’t want to do things to me?” she finally asks.

I huff out a chuckle and move closer to her.

“Oh I do.”

I lean in even closer.

“You have no idea how much I want todo thingsto you.”

She swallows audibly.

I intertwine my fingers in hers, stroking the channels in between them, giving us a sense of calm we both need as I stare into those gorgeous, almond-shaped eyes. They’re dark with need, mirroring my own.

Getting turned on by the events of the night was inevitable, but Mimi staring back at me, my body inches from hers, with lust-filled eyes have me feral in a way I’ve never felt before.

I look between her lips and eyes, then peer over at the cabin. The window panes are full to the brim of everyone's faces, trying to squeeze in for a view of us.

I turn back to look at Mimi.

“I’m going to kiss you. But not here. Not in front of them. Because it’s all I’ve thought about since we met and they can’t have it. That’s going to be mine, and mine alone.” Her breath hitches at my confession.

I circle my hand around her wrists and bring her hands over her head, pinning her to the tree just like I promised.

I lower my head into the nook of her neck and she throws her head back, giving me easy access to the soft skin of her neck.

If rainbows and butterflies had a scent, she would be it. Like sunshine after the rain and the perfect spring day.

Unbuttoning the front of her pants, I ask, “Is this okay?” I shift my hips away from Mimi’s body so she can’t feel my dick growing impossibly hard.

“Yes,” she replies, breathlessly.

Dipping my hand into the front, I realize I’m not going to be able to avoid touching her without it being obvious what we’re doing. I take a step to the right, concealing her body from everyone else, then appear to drop my hand further between her legs. My body skims up against hers with the movement, and her eyes widen as she peeks down at my hand, then back up.

“You’re hard.” Her tone is both surprised and curious.

I can’t help but chuckle that she is surprised by this.

“How could I not be?” I lean back into her, this time pressing my lips against her neck. My hips roll against her on instinct.

She moans, then whispers my fucking name, making my cock twitch like it’s never heard a better sound in its life.

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