Page 14 of His to Unwrap
Noelle’s eyes snap to mine, and the expression there makes my heart stop. She wants me to go back there with her. Maybe a repeat of last week. Maybe something more.
And I want to. More than I ever wanted anything else in my life.
Which is precisely the reason I can’t. I would consume this bright, sparkly girl. I wouldn’t be able to help myself.
“You should play,” I say, allowing my voice to slip back into the usual brusque cadence, even though it fucking kills me. “You should have fun with your friends.”
I can see the flash of hurt in her eyes, the sting of rejection, and I want to kick my own ass.It’s for the best,I tell myself. But neither my dick or my heart cares. They both ache like a motherfucker.
Brittney finally manages to pull Noelle to her feet. “I promise, this is fun,” she says.
“Okay, okay,” Noelle grumbles. Then she looks at me, a painful mix of hope and disappointment swirling in her eyes. “I’ll see you later?”
“Sure,” I mutter, looking away. I’msuchan asshole. I should leave right now, leave her to her friends and her fun. But I know I’m not going to do that. I satisfy myself with glaring at Mr. Pencil-dick as he moves to follow my girl.
Before she joins them, Brittney leans down to murmur in my ear. “His name is Gabe, he’s also a dancer here, he prefers dicks to tits, and he’s more of a sub than me and Noelle combined.”
I close my eyes, relief washing over me. “Merry Christmas,” she says in a saucy voice, winking, before following the other two.
My relief lasts about as long as it takes to rejoin Cam and Luke at their table. Philip has left, presumably to play the game with his wife, and Luke’s wife, Becca, has joined him, perched on his lap.
“Don’t fucking say a word,” I mutter to Cam as I take a seat, then turn to the other two. “You aren’t playing?”
Becca gives Luke a shy, pleased smile, and his hand comes up to rub over her belly. Her slightly rounded belly. My eyes widen. “Holy shit, congratulations.”
The smirk Luke shoots my way is just about the most smug, self-satisfied thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It makes me laugh, but it also makes my chest ache in a way I don’t really want to examine too closely.
Lucky fucker has everything,I think to myself, the old picture of a rounded Noelle coming back to my mind.
“Someone is super overprotective,” Becca is saying. “So we’re taking it easy with club activities for now.”
“I won’t be taking it easy on your ass when we get home,” he growls into her ear, clearly not caring that we can all hear him.
“What about you?” Cam asks me, as we both turn to ignore the canoodling couple.
“I’ll sit this one out.”
“You lost all your Christmas spirit already?”
I scowl at him. “I’m not really in need of any new sex toys.”
He just stares at me, eyebrows high on his forehead. “What? That’s what this game is, right? The presents are sex toys?”
A slow smirk starts to spread over his face. “The presents for thesubsare sex toys…”
Something wary and uncomfortable slithers into my belly. Still, he doesn’t go on. “Cam,” I bark out.
“The subs get toys,” he says, smirk growing. “But theDomsget subs. That’s what their presents are—the chance to pick one of the submissives.”
I stare at him, panic growing in my belly. “What the fuck?”
“I think the point,” Luke cuts in, “is for the Doms to go in the back and help the subs use their new toys.”
I stare between them in horror before twisting in my seat to search for Noelle. She’s sitting next to Brittney and Gabe in the middle of a circle gathered around the Christmas tree, a slightly forlorn look on her face, and I want to throw up.
I just sent her off to be gifted to another Dom.
NOELLE
