Page 27 of Play The Game

Well, he certainly got mine.

It takes me two tries to find some words. “I don’t think I can move.”

He laughs at me and if I could move, I’d shove a pillow over his smug face. He sits up to get off the bed, and I grab his arm.

“Mounty, I’m just gonna go jerk off in your bathroom. After that it’s not going to take me long.”

I blush like an idiot, but I tug him closer. “Do it here. I wanna watch.”

He quirks an eyebrow up at me like he wasn’t expecting that at all and, honestly, I wasn’t expecting to say it either, but I don’t want him to leave.

He kisses me again, distracting me so I miss his hand sliding into his boxers, but when he grunts against my lips, I break away to rest my forehead on his chest and look down.

Holy fucking shit.

Okay, I’m now a little nervous about having sex with any of them because Blaise is probably the same size as Harley and, sweet fucking lord, how the hell is that going to fit in me? My mind wanders to Ash, because he’s the only one I haven’t gotten this close to yet, but Annabelle’s taunts stick in my head about the extra inches he has. Fuck.

Blaise’s eyes are glued somewhere between my nipples and the wet mess on my thighs so he misses the little moment of panic I have as he grunts and comes all over his fist.

Fuck.

That’s a good look.

Blaise recovers a bit quicker than me, his face flushed and sweaty and fucking stunning, and he wipes his hand on his discarded shirt. I wrinkle my nose at him and he laughs at me, rolling off the bed to throw it in our laundry basket and wash his hands.

I still can’t move.

It only makes him laugh harder, but I grin back at him, happy to finally see him without the gloom wrapped around him he’s been carrying since he showed up in the Bay.

He helps me back into my shirt and then tucks us both into bed, switching the light off. I settle onto his chest, surprised to find myself close to sleep already. My eyes drift shut, and he rubs circles on my back.

“Promise me you won’t let Avery cut my dick off.”

I blink at him, but it’s too dark to really see if he’s being serious. “What?”

“I asked her to stay back at our room with Ash and Harley, so we could have the room to ourselves for the night. She’s just messaged back to say she knew I’d be the one to christen her knife. Mounty, I can’t live without my dick.”

Smothering a laugh in his chest, I fall asleep before I can think of a good enough reply.

By some miracle, I wake to the smell of coffee. Prying my eyes open and finding Avery wafting a cup under my nose proves that I’ve somehow managed to receive a divine blessing, and the two functioning brain cells I have help me to plaster a smile on my face as I take the cup with a murmured ‘thank you’.

I hum happily, single-minded as I gulp down the sweet, sweet life-giving liquid, so I almost choke to death when Avery says, oh-so-sweetly, “And anything for your bedfellow this morning?”

Jesus.

Fuck.

Hacking up a lung, I almost forget the cup of piping hot coffee in my hand as I sit up. Thank fuck we put at least a little clothing back on last night before we fell asleep, except that I am only wearing my shirt and it won’t cover my entire ass. My entire body is on fire and not in a good way as I brave a look at Avery. She smiles at me, a teasing light in her eyes that says I’m not getting out of this unscathed.

“I think he’d rather sleep in,” I croak and shift around to try and figure out how to get out of the bed without her noticing my bare ass.

“Exhausted, is he? Big night?” she coos, and I give up, swinging my legs out and preparing to run for the bathroom, bare ass be damned!

She cackles at me like a witch as I scurry across the room, locking the door firmly behind me so I can take a second to breathe. I take my time in the shower, washing my hair just to buy a little extra time to unscramble my brain.

Zero regrets, obviously, but I can’t say I’m not feeling some type of way about it all now. It’s definitely not shame, or even embarrassment, and my feelings for Blaise have only gotten stronger. Hmm. Not stronger, maybe clearer is a better word to describe it. It’s like there are all of these unknowns in my relationships with each of them that aren’t stopping me from wanting them, but I also can’t entirely ignore them either, and last night, with Blaise at least, I figured one of them out.

Namely, that Blaise Morrison knows exactly how to make me come, cared way more about getting me off than he did about himself, and even naked, he looks fucking unreal. My god, there are a dozen girls back in the Bay who would weep just to hear the details of my night.