Page 160 of Their Dangerous Game
“I need to take a shower and get to bed, but I’m fine.” I can’t help but wonder if Luke will tell them what happened.
He’s not in his room yet. I don’t expect him to get there for a while.
The guys return to their work, and I go into my bathroom, shedding my clothes. When I step under the hot water, I remember every minute of tonight. Lips on my neck and breasts. The pressure of their erections against my pussy. The heat in their eyes as they watched me with the other guys.
By the time I get out of the shower, I feel wound up again. I slip on panties, sleep shorts, and a camisole before towel-drying my hair and weaving it into a quick braid.
When I return to my room, the guys are on their beds in their boxers. Luke walks into his room and his eyes meet mine. I suck in a breath as my pussy throbs like a Pavlovian response.
Needing to do something, I move my laptop to my nightstand and get under the covers.
My phone buzzes with a message notification. I glance at the screen. It’s from the group chat.
Famine (Jack):
Since our playtime got cut short, want to help us out tonight, sweetheart?
I glance at the screen with my eyebrows knotted. What new torture is this?
Me:
Help you out?
Famine (Jack):
We’ll show you ours if you show us yours
I meet Jack’s gaze, and he winks.
Pestilence (Eli):
She’s already seen ours
War (Caden):
Only if she lets me see all of her. When she bent over to spin the bottle, I only got a glimpse, but I want a longer look
Will Luke tell them about the car? He lifts an eyebrow, as if daring me to mention it. What will they think of Luke and I getting off, just the two of us? They were upset when we slept together. Will he get punished and if so, can I dole it out?
Me:
What do you want me to do?
Pestilence (Eli):
Put your headphones on, kitten
I connect my AirPods to my laptop. Luke joins the others as he settles on his bed in just his boxers.
“Is your door locked, kitten?” Eli gestures with his head toward my closed door. “No more interruptions.”
I get up and open the door to see if Mom is still up or if she’s headed to bed. The TV isn’t on and the lights are all off. I shut mydoor and turn the lock. Taking a deep breath, I return, but before I can sit on the bed Caden clears his throat.
“Move your computer to the desk again.” Caden nods his head. “It’ll be a better angle for us.”
I open my mouth to protest, but before I can get a word out, Jack says, “No talking. We don’t need mommy dearest wondering who you’re talking to.”
Anticipation trickles down my spine as I move the laptop to the desk.
