Page 86 of The Scars We Heal

“Okay, so how do we want to play this?” I asked, organizing my cards.

She tapped her lips. “How about every time someone puts down a draw two card, the other person strips and draws two. Wild cards require the other person to remove a piece of your clothing without using their hands, and with draw four cards, you have to perform an action of the other person’s choice. And then whoever doesn’t get to Uno first has to completely strip.”

I had no arguments, but I had to tease her a little. “Damn, Cait, sounds like you’ve played a lot of strip Uno in your life.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she shook her head. “Okay, who wants to go first?”

“Go ahead.” I gestured toward the draw pile.

She flipped the top card, revealing a blue seven card. Then she played a blue number three.

I scanned my hand, taking note of the draw two card in my hand. I wanted to wait and make the game more interesting instead of coming out guns blazing, so I ended up putting down a red number three.

The game went on for a few more rounds, neither of us metaphorically showing our cards yet.

Deciding to break the ice, I slapped down my draw two card. “Strip, baby.”

We both had a decent amount of clothing on, but it wasn’t anything crazy like several layers. She slowly pulled her arms out of her cardigan, tossing it to the side before drawing two cards and moving to the floor so she wasn’t sitting on the couch anymore. A smirk played across her lips.

“Get something good?” I asked, lowering my voice to a gravelly tone.

“Mm-hmm.”

Skipping her turn, I put down a yellow two.

Caitlin pursed her lips then put down a yellow nine before I put down another yellow card.

“Give me something good.” My tongue darted out to wet my lips.

“As you wish.” She giggled, putting down a wild card.

I dropped my cards face down before crawling over to her on my hands and knees. Placing my hands on her knees, I lowered my mouth to the hem of her T-shirt, taking the fabric between my teeth. My hands settled on her waist, her skin already warming beneath my touch, and I guided the shirt over her head. She helped me by lifting her arms so she could shimmy out of the T-shirt and let it fall to the floor.

My breath hitched at the sight of her before me, even though she still had a bra and pants on.

“Your turn,” she murmured softly.

Clearing my throat, I scooted back to my pile of cards. This game was going to take a lot more patience and willpower than I expected. I would have removed all her clothing with my teeth if she’d allowed me to, but I knew she wanted to play the game.

I put down another number card, and the back and forth began again until she finally put down a draw two card. I’d never taken off my shirt so fast. Even though it got me farther away from an Uno, I wanted to get my clothes off as much as I wanted her to strip.

The game started moving faster. Caitlin had stripped down to her underwear, and I had taken off my socks but still had my jeans and boxers on. I set down a draw four card.

“Touch yourself,” I commanded. “Show me how you make yourself come when I’m not around.”

Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, she locked her eyes on mine before trailing her hand down her body. She stopped right below her navel, and I sucked in a breath as she dipped her fingers beneath the band of her panties. Rubbing her fingers on her clit in slow circles, she closed her eyes, mouth gaping on a soft moan. I may not have been able to see much, but fuck. I didn’t have to see more for my dick to twitch in my pants, growing harder by the second.

“Fuck, Cait. Not being able to touch you while you do that is torture.”

She moaned again, throwing her head back at my words.

I unzipped my jeans, reaching down into my boxers to grip my aching cock and give it a tug.

Her eyes opened, and she glanced at my hand in my pants. “Not fair.”

“My pants are still on, aren’t they?”

She shrugged, removing her hand from her pussy then moving over to me, holding her fingers out to my mouth. “Do you want a taste?”