Page 13 of Wicked Little Game
Somehow, my shirt feels way too constricting. This entire house feels constricting, and I try to keep calm as I get out of my clothes. The tattooed snake on my right forearm looks at me mockingly. Well, either that or I’m finally losing my mind.
My cock begs for my attention as I place the bottle of whiskey on the sink before I step into the shower, but I ignore it. Hell, I’d rather run around with a raging boner for days before I sink so deep that I get myself off to the thought of Ruby.
The ice-cold water stings on my skin, but at least it helps to get the situation down there under control. I don’t know why my body even reacts to her the way it does. Maybe my last time was too long ago, and I should have joined Max and Logan on one of their weekend trips before I came here.
In the next two days,I don’t see or hear much from Ruby. I still knock on her door every few hours to make sure that she didn’t run off, but apart from that, it’s peaceful. Whenever she leaves her room, I vanish to the home gym or somewhere else, which has absolutely nothing to do with me avoiding her.
Somehow, I naively thought that she may have lost interest.
“You’re avoiding me,” she states with a smirk as she flops down on the living room couch right next to me. It was a dumb idea to work down here, but the Wi-Fi in my room wasn’t working properly and I was sure that she wouldn’t come out of her room until noon.
On second glance, I spot the red popsicle in her hand and my stomach drops.
“I’m not avoiding you.”
“You are. What are you working on?”
“None of your business.”
Swiftly, I collect the documents that are scattered on the table, hoping that she didn’t see the blurry headshot of her father on one of them. But she’s looking somewhere else. I can tell by the way I feel her goddamn gaze on my arms.
“Tell me, please,” she says with a grin before she wraps her lips around the popsicle, sucking on it waymore provocative than necessary while she looks straight at me.
“Do you need a hearing aid? It’s none of your business.”
“Whatever,” she says with a laugh. “Won’t force you to talk about it.” With a shrug of her shoulders, she leans back on the couch. Still violating my personal space, but at least she has her eyes set on the TV now. Even with the volume turned high, I can still hear the lewd sounds that come from her.
I can’t understand why her ridiculous American Pie attempts at flirting start to work on me, butI don’t like it one bit. There’s too much blood in my dick and too little in my brain as I speak up.
“You would like to force me, wouldn’t you?”
I’m impressed by my stupidity. But the way her lips look wrapped around the popsicle, slightly swollen and red, makes my thoughts spiral into dangerous territory.
My pent-up arousal from a few days ago isn’t helping my case, and I wish I could just grab her and use that fucking pretty mouth until her throat is too sore to talk to me in that tone.
Or to talk to me at all.
Ruby laughs as she gets up and walks around the couch until she’s standing behind me. I think I lost my usual reaction time as I entered this house, probably too much booze and too little training, but as I feel her nails grazing over my chest, it’s already too late.
“Actually, I prefer to be the one that gets roughed up a bit, but don’t tell anyone,” she whispers in my ear, and my whole body tenses up.
I don’t know how she does it, but somehow she deletes millennia of evolution from my brain. As if she’s slowly turning me back into a caveman who wants to grab her by her hair and drag her back to his cave.
When I finally collect my composure enough to react appropriately, Ruby is long gone. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her walking up the stairs with a mountain of laundry in her arms and I remember I wanted to ask her about the washing machine.
Unfortunately, my throat feels too dry to yell, so I get up from the couch. Something small and black lies on the floor as I walk past my door and I mindlessly pick it up. Probably Ruby’s shit again.
Just as I want to knock on her door, my phone vibrates. It’s not the one I got for this job but theotherone, so I rushback to my room, the black piece of fabric still in my hand. I throw it on my bed as I lock the door behind me and dash towards the bathroom, where I turn on the shower to cover the sound of my voice.
“Now you’re able to use your fucking phone?” I’m not far away enough from Ruby to yell at Max the way I want to.
“Calm down, Sammy, I missed you too,” he chuckles.
“Cut the bullshit, Max. You know I’m still your superior, right?”
“The captain said we’re all equally important.”
I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose. My ears are ringing again and I fear that I’m going to end up with a coronary disease if things continue to go this way.
