Page 13 of Don't Game Me
“My balls are my business.” Jake sipped his cranberry juice and stared at the baseball game on the widescreen over the bar.
“Why’re we talking about manicuring privates?” Becca’s forehead crinkled when she glanced to Noah. She reached behind Jake, her breasts pressed into his side when she patted Noah on the back. “You swallow a piece of ice or something?”
Noah’s face blotched red. “Didn’t think you’d get here so soon, Becca.”
“You’re the one who wanted to know about…waxing?” A giggle escaped her. She leaned across Jake again, her arm balancing a whisper’s length from his straining dick. Her tone was low enough no one nearby could overhear, but Jake heard. “If Tori hasn’t said anything, then chances are she doesn’t care if you’re smooth as a baby’s butt or goingau natural.”
“You’re killing me. Both of you,” Michael choked out between laugh sobs. “God, it’s good to see you, Bec.” He pulled her against him in a one-arm hug while swiping his eyes to clear moisture with the opposite hand.
“So, Jake, what’s your take on the shaving issue? Or do you prefer to wax?” Her eyes held challenge when they met his.
Folding his arms, he remained silent. No way he was stepping into this discussion with her, not with the images his brain conjured at the mere thought of balls and her in the same context.
Michael said, “I’ve tried it. Shaving, that is. Had this girlfriend years ago into everything being smooth and all kinds of kinky shit. She was a kickass gamer too.” He gazed over the bartender’s head as if remembering the experience. Michael might not be a part of NJ Legacy, but he was a leading video game developer in the industry at a competing company who had at least one big hit a year. Noah had dubbed him an honorary Game Lord. The video gaming public labeled Jake and Noah the Game Lords after their first game,Zoneworld Warrior,skyrocketed into an international success.
Michael shrugged. “Interesting experience, but not sure you’d want to have, uh…chafing going on during the ceremony, bro. First-time shave’s a bitch.”
Jake barked out a laugh at the imagery of Noah squirming out an itch in front of the pastor.
Noah held up a hand. “Enough. Forget I brought it up.”
Becca signaled the bartender and ordered a margarita.
“Where’s your other half?” Becca asked Michael.
Michael’s humor fled. He shrugged.
“Trouble in paradise again?” Becca sipped her drink. “How many times until you break up with her for good?”
Michael grumbled something Jake missed.
But Becca hadn’t. “I never trusted her. I mean, come on. She cheated on Noah with you in the early phase of dating him. What kind of way is that to kick off a relationship? I’m shocked you guys made it almost a year, even if it wasn’t an all-the-time thing. If you think she’s cheating, she probably is.”
Michael cast a furious glare at Becca before resuming his stare at the TV screen.
Jake never got Michael’s relationship with Darcy. The woman was as warm as a block of ice. For a man who’d be open to shaving, she seemed like a straitlaced, one-position-sex kinda girl. Maybe that kind of thing rocked Michael’s boat.
“Where’s Tori?” Becca asked Noah.
“She and Emma are visiting with their mom, who got in this afternoon.”
“How’s Dad been doing? Well, before the accident today.” She directed her question at Noah but glanced between all of them.
“There’ve been a few bad moments.” Noah met Jake’s gaze. Mrs. Harrison made them promise not to tell Becca about last Sunday when Mr. Harrison went out to grab the paper and ended up wandering the streets for thirty minutes in his pajamas until their mom found him. “You should ask Mom.”
Michael said, “Your date bailed, Jake? You pulling out your black book for a fill-in?”
Not the direction he wanted the conversation to go. Becca’s gaze scorched into him.
“Aw, come on, man. I need my vicarious hit of hotness.” Michael’s eyes glistened with interest.
“Doesn’t a serious relationship mean you don’t look at women other than Darcy?” Jake asked.
“Hell, no. Means I don’t hook up with anyone else. I can look. Your dates are epic.”
Jake risked a glance at Becca. Bad decision. Storm clouds settled into her eyes, which meant trouble.
“My date bailed, too, and I was thinking of finding someone else fill in.” Becca pointed to a standing-only table near the window. “I went to school with them. Got to go say hi. Never know where that might lead.”
