Page 53 of Breakaway

Tapping into my data pool for the best way to get her out of deep thought mode, there was really only one answer… short-circuit her brain with multiple orgasms. The thought of watching her transform had my cock thickening instantly in my pants.

“Hen, did you know we have a game room downstairs?” I asked, leaning against the kitchen counter. Henley looked up, her eyes owlish as she blinked, trying to focus on me.

“We do?” she asked, her brow furrowing in thought.

“Yep. There’s a small fitness room too, but no one really uses it.” I moved to the table, placing my hands on top. “Let’s play some darts or pool. Do you know how?”

“Um. Yeah, I guess. I’ve played before, but I’m not great or anything.”

“You don’t need to be. Come on. Hang up the problem-solving hat for now and blow off some steam with me.”

“I don’t know. I need to—”

“The only thing you need to do is come with me,” I interrupted her.

Henley shut her mouth, pressing her lips together. Eventually, she nodded and let out a breath as she closed the computer and stood. I smiled and took her hand, not wanting her to try to escape into a bedroom before I got her downstairs.

I opened the door across from me and flipped on the light as I padded down the carpeted stairs. Henley followed me quietly, her hand still firmly in mine. When we came into view of the space, I heard her gasp. It wasn’t extensive, but it was filled with a pool table, an old jukebox, and a pinball machine on one side. The other held the dartboard and minibar area that contained a small fridge with a short counter and two bar stools. Next to it was the door to the fitness room.

“Whoa. I never would’ve thought this was here.”

“Right? It’s pretty awesome. Not that we’ve had much time to utilize it. But I have plans to change that right now.” I winked as I dropped her hand and walked over to the jukebox to select a few songs. When they played, I turned and leaned against it, my arms crossed.

Henley was still gazing around the room, taking in the memorabilia attached to the walls. I assumed it was from the other inhabitants over the years. She turned and smiled at me when the chorus rang out over the speakers.

“What did you want to play?” she asked, her body already relaxing the longer she didn’t focus on all the problems.

“How about a tournament of sorts?”

She quirked her eyebrow and licked her lips. She stopped before me, crossing her arms over her chest and pushing her tits together. I got a nice shot of her cleavage in the tank top she wore.

“We play all three, but the winner gets a reward at the end of each round.”

“What kind of reward, Reed?” she purred, stepping closer and pressing her body into mine.

“The good kind.” I smirked and placed my hands on her hips, pulling her harder into me. Her eyes fluttered, and I knew she could feel my hardness.

“Which to start?” she asked, her hands snaking up my chest and sending goosebumps over me. Her lower half rocked into me, and I held back the groan I wanted to release.

“Lady’s choice.”

“Darts then,” she said, twirling and wafting her intoxicating shampoo scent into my face.

It took me a few seconds to regain the ability to walk, but I joined her at the dartboard once I could. She handed me the red darts, and we stood behind the line on the floor. She glanced over her shoulder and how much taller I was than her, then back to the board as she huffed.

“You can take a step closer,” I offered.

“Nope. I’m good.”

“Suit yourself.”

I grinned, knowing she wanted to, but her stubborn pride prevented her from accepting my offer. She’d firmly entered hockey-Henley territory with her drive to win.

I watched as she stuck out her tongue in concentration, her hand moving back and forth a few times before she threw the dart. It hit the outer ring and stuck. Her shoulders slumped, but she stepped aside so I could go. I threw mine, holding in my chuckle when Henley pouted as the red dart hit closer to the bullseye. We threw the rest of our darts in quick succession, mine the clear winners.

“You win,” she sighed. “So, what kind of reward do you want?” she asked with a frown.

“Strip.”

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