“What if we play something else?” I asked.
His fiery gaze went hooded and his lip quirked. “What do you have in mind, hellcat?”
I feigned innocence. “Checkers? Gin Rummy? Uno? Are you a chess guy? Old men love chess, right?”
I barely held in my smile. Holding in the little cry when his hand slapped the spot where my ass and thigh met was impossible.
“It’s like that?” he grumbled.
“I was just trying to find something at your level since you don’t want to play any of my games. I was even going to offer a prize to the winner.”
He slid his hand up from my hip, going under the flannel I wore so it was calloused skin against soft skin. He stopped when he was nearly at my breast. “Is that prize your taste on my tongue and then your pussy strangling my dick till you’re filled with every drop of cum I have? ’Cause if so, that’s already the plan. No reason to waste time with games.”
I nearly agreed since that sounded perfect, but I was having too much fun. “How about this? Winner gets to do whatever they want.”
“I already do that, Luna.” His large hand finally made the last bit of its journey up to cup my breast. His deft fingers worked my nipple. At the same time, his other hand gripped my hip to rock me against his hard-on. “Or do you need that reminder, too?”
I could only resist so much, and I was officially past that limit. “Yes. Yes, I do need that reminder.”
“Too bad. I changed my mind. Let’s play.”
“No, no, you were right.”
“Much as I enjoy hearing that from you, too late. Grab the controllers.”
“But—” When I saw the challenge in his stern expression, I pressed my lips together to cut myself off.
“Smart girl.”
I stood to get both controllers.
“You got a racing game?” Rhys asked.
“I’ll check if I packed it. I don’t play it much.”
“Good. I’ll have a five percent chance of beating you.”
I didn’t mention that I no longer had a reason to play it since I’d unlocked every upgrade, course, and racer after coming in first at every difficulty.
Moving to my console, I found the racing one and switched it out. When I turned around to take my spot, I nearly crashed into the coffee table.
Rhys was still where I left him.
But he’d used the time with my back turned to free his dick. His fists moved up and down in long, lazy strokes. “Maybe not that game. You should bend back over and find a different one. Look carefully.”
I rolled my eyes even as my body heated under his appraisal.
Getting the extra controller, I tried to hand it to him, but he didn’t just take it.
He took me.
Wrapping his tattooed fingers around my wrist, he tugged me closer before turning me. He settled me on his lap with my back to his front. “Almost.” He lifted me again, just enough to tug my sleep shorts and panties to the side. That time when he lowered me onto his lap, it was with his cock deep inside me. “There. Now it’s perfect.”
I started rocking my hips, but his hands on my thighs halted the movement.
“Come on. Play,” he ordered.
“That’s what I’m trying to do.”
