Page 38 of House Rules
I don’t hesitate. I don’t think anyone believes me, but they’re letting it go. For now, anyway. And that’s good, because I haven’t seen a baseball game since I was a kid, and it actually sounds like something I’ll enjoy doing.
The guys follow, and we make our way to the parking garage in silence.
The baseball game itself is fun. Titan-Wynn owns a VIP box, filled with comfortable chairs, food, drink, and people. The boys immediately gravitate to the women, abandoning me to my own devices. After a moment of standing awkwardly in the doorway, I shrug and move to the table of food, where I fix myself a plate and grab a beer. If I’m just going to be watching, as always, I’m at least going to do it with something to eat.
I take a seat near the glass where I can watch the game and concentrate on ignoring the guys. I’m almost getting used to it, just being a part of the scenery. Tonight, however, feels a little different. In the reflection of the glass, I catch each of the Titans stealing the occasional glance.
They don’t look at me like they used to.
It’s worse now. Like they see something they’re still deciding how to use. Like I’m not prey anymore, but I’m not part of the pack either. Not yet.
As we move into the eighth inning, Atticus stands and yawns. “I’m done,” he announces, walking out. Con and Maverick glance at each other, and then Storm, who shrugs, and they rise as one from their own seats.
Con snaps his fingers at me, and I follow like the good little indentured servant I am.
Back in the suite, I take my usual spot against the wall. It’s the best spot, I’ve found, to watch and stay out of the way. The Titans bring home five or six girls, like they do every night, and Con drops into his usual corner of the couch, his girlfriend for the evening perched on his lap.
Her back presses his chest as she grinds down on him in a move I am pretty sure she picked up from a YouTube video labeled, ‘Stripping for Dummies,’ or ‘How to Make a Man Take You to the VIP Room.’ It looks tedious even to me, and Con looks bored.
“Phoenix,” he barks, and I jump to attention. “Stopstanding there like a fucking statue. Come sit with me.”
This is a new development. Curiosity piqued, I push myself off the wall.
The woman he’s with stares daggers at me as I move over to the couch and sit at the far end.
“No, no, come sit with me.” He pats the cushion of the couch right next to him, and I slide over.
“Get on your knees and suck my cock,” he tells the girl on his lap. Her eyes widen for a moment, then she slides off his lap and does as she is told. I stare at Conrad for a moment before turning my gaze to the TV.
Okay, this is awkward.I sit there, uncomfortable and tense, trying to focus on the game Atticus has playing on the massive TV screen instead of the woman swallowing Con’s cock in front of me.
“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart,” he moans. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him slide his hand into her hair and hold her down for a moment before allowing her to continue working his cock with her mouth.
A flush of heat starts low in my belly and works its way up to my cheeks. This is depraved. He’s only doing it to make me uncomfortable. To remind me of everything I gave up.
And dear God, but I wish I could trade places with that girl. I wish I knew what it felt like to be chosen. To have him praise me like that.
I’m trying so hard to keep my attention focused on the TV screen that I startle when Con wraps his other hand in my hair and pulls my head close to his mouth.
“Watch her. Don’t think for a second that I’ve forgotten how you get off watching another woman suck my cock.”
I say nothing, but my core throbs in response.
With his hand still in my hair, Con turns my face, so I have no choice but to fill my vision with this woman working his cock.
“Do you think you can do that, Phoenix? Do you think you can take all of me like that?”
The girl working his cock lifts off of him with an audible pop, then drags her tongue from the base ofhis dick up to the head, flicking over the tip and staring into his eyes the entire time.
“Baby, you know she can’t suck you off like I can.”
Rando #124, I name her mentally.Your momma would be so proud.
“I don’t know about that,” Con says matter-of-factly. “I’ve never had her lips around my cock, but I feel like it’s only a matter of time. So tell me, Phoenix, can you already suck me like that, or are we going to have to train you first?”
The woman cackles, but Con ignores her, staring at me instead as he waits for my answer.
“Probably not,” I shrug, and Rando #124 gives me a cocky grin, like she just won a contest. “I don’t have a bunch of bad lip fillers, so it wouldn’t feel as lumpy, for sure.”
