Page 31 of Vicious Games

"Yes, play with yourself," Chuck encourages. He lets one hand find me, holding my wrist and guiding me.

My orgasm builds, my body tensing as it falls over the edge. A cry leaves my mouth as I come hard, my pussy squeezing his cock.

Chuck growls, his pace increasing before he finds his own climax. He quickly pulls out, painting my stomach with his release.

He falls onto the bed next to me, as we both pant. His fingers grace my cheek, turning my head towards him as he plants a soft kiss on my lips.

"You're amazing," he murmurs, sitting up. He grabs a box of tissues from next to his bed, picking a few and wiping my stomach.

"You're not so bad yourself," I laugh, staring at him through hooded eyes.

Chuck stands, his cock still semi-hard as he grabs a packet of cigarettes. He offers me the open packet, and I reach in, fishing one out. Putting one in his mouth, he lights mine first, before his own.

It's quiet between us but not awkward. I'm so used to getting up and leaving that it's nice just hanging for a minute.

"So how did you stumble into Wheels?" Chuck asks, sitting back on the bed. We're still butt naked and it makes me feel free.

"Someone from college bet me to go, so I did. The first night I walked in, I met Butch. We clicked and he made sure I felt welcome. Even introduced me to some of the poker guys when I saw a game was going on."

Chuck laughs. "I've heard you're good at it."

"I know how to read people and how to control myself," I shrug. "So it's easy. People underestimate me. So when I started winning, it took them by surprise. But it also won me their respect."

He nods. "I can appreciate that. So, does Connor know you go there?"

"Yeah. They're cool with it. So, I guess that leads me to ask why it's a secret from everyone that you're with the Rebels."

Chuck's face drops. "My mom is very religious. Ty and I aren't but God forbid we ever do anything against her views."

"So why haven't you told your brother?"

"The less he knows, the better," he sighs. "It's dangerous being involved with the club. I wanted the thrill and brotherhood, but I still need to protect my family."

I flick my ash into the ashtray he holds out. "I understand. My family know what I do to an extent, but they are too caught up in their own lives to care. They think I'm just a rebellious little shit who will snap out of it eventually."

"Will you?" he laughs.

Taking a drag, I blow smoke above my head. "Maybe. But right now, I'm surviving and thriving. In my own ways."

"Nothing wrong with that."

I titter, agreeing. If only he knew what I was doing to survive. Or how far I'd go.

The night sky is starting to lighten when I finally walk through the front door of the house. Chuck and I had stayed up all night, talking and fucking. Well, more fucking than anything. I am so excited to crawl into bed after a shower and sleep the day away.

The house is pitch black and my footsteps echo as I climb the stairs to my room.

One short shower later, I sink into my bed naked, too exhausted to bother with clothes. I drop my phone on the duvet, ignoring the low battery percentage as sleep threatens to pull me under.

I fall into a dreamless sleep for once, but even when I wake at lunch time, I am still exhausted.

I had forgotten to close the blinds, the sun light blasting me as I rub my eyes. As fast as my body will let me, I trudge over to the windows, closing the blinds to make the room as dark as possible. I am just heading back to bed to try to fall asleep again when a box at the foot of the mattress catches my attention.

Blinking, I stare at the white box. It wasn't there earlier when I fell asleep, which could mean only one thing.

Picking the box up, I shake it, wondering if a glitter bomb or something would explode in my face. I open the lid and remove the bubble wrap, revealing the object inside.

"You've got to be kidding me," I breath out, now nearly fully awake.

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