“What’s your favorite movie, Barb?” I ask my girl, moving more slowly in-game, so the quest would take longer. I don’t want to say good night just yet.
“I like romcoms,” she replies breezily. I laugh to myself. Of-fucking-course. “And you?”
“Thrillers,” I answer, reaching blindly for my half-empty can of Red Bull. I still have work to do tonight. No Sleeping Beauty routine for me.
Her laugh hits my headset a half-second after I see her lips move on the mirrored screen. “Naturally. And I bet you play those shooter war games too.”
Baby, I play war games in real life.
Not long ago, I sprayed bullets over half a dozen Black Ash men chasing down Killian in a hit gone wrong. Holding a gun in real life is nothing like aiming with a pointer in-game.
“Want me to teach you how to shoot, little bee?” I ask teasingly. My dick reminds me it’s been hard all night, twitching at the thought of wrapping my arms around her lithe body as she aims at a target.
She purses her lips. I drink the sight of her in like a man dying of thirst. “Let’s finish this game first, before you drag me to another,” she muses. “Or are you bored with these magical realms already?”
“No,” I say, pitching my voice low. “I’ll be here as long as you are.”
Through my monitor, I see her do a little happy dance. It’s like a punch to the gut. She’s falling for ShadowByte. It’s what I wanted, right?
“Same time tomorrow?” she asks, and I smirk in victory.
“Yeah, little bee. Same time tomorrow.”
She signs off and pushes her chair back before stretching with a smile. My hand is on my dick before my brain even sends it there, the heel of my palm pressing down into it, trying to relieve the pressure. I’m going to have blue balls of the century if I don’t empty them.
When Barb stands and pulls off her tank top, I catch the silhouette of her tits in the light cast by her screen. Fuuuuuck.
My palm is wrapped around my cock, jerking it roughly as I pretend I can see more than just the vague suggestion of my obsession as she flits through her bedroom, getting ready for bed. I decide to break in tomorrow and install high-tech night-vision cameras and ultra-sensitive microphones everywhere. My breathing picks up at the thought.Over her bed. I grab my balls with my other hand and tug.In her bathroom. I bite my lip as my lower back starts tingling, warning me I’m about to burst.Above her shower. It’s the thought of Barbara lathering up her body while I watch that sends me over.
“Fuck, firecracker, you’re making me come,” I groan, not even bothering to place my hand over my cockhead as I explode. My ass clenches with every spurt that lands on my T-shirt, one even hitting my chin. Soon, my palm is making squelching sounds as I slowly bring myself down from the high.
Getting off while watching Barbara has become my new addiction. But how long is that going to satisfy me?
My phone beeps, and I wipe my hand against my thighs before picking it up. It’s D.
I have a new target. Sending ID pic.
Ever since Damien met Morgan, he’s cooled it on the vigilante stuff—but he still can’t ignore battered victims. And I’ll never say no to helping him take someone down, even if his methods are a pinch psychotic.
Stones. Glass houses.
Breath still rough, I type out a reply:
Give me 5 min.
I glance at Barbara’s dark feed. Something tells me I’ll be looking at it often, chasing another glimpse of my girl.
Tonight was only the tutorial, little bee. Tomorrow, we start the real game.
2
ETHAN
Iwake up with no clue what century it is and back pain like I’ve been squatting in a busted-out hooch for a week. Groaning, I drag a hand down my face. By the time I finished digging up data on Damien’s latest target, Killian called to check on the Black Ash op. I didn’t exactly want to admit I’d spent the night perving on his girl’s bestie instead of working, so I pulled a double to compensate.
I remember leaning back to rest my eyes for a second.
And here we are.
