Page 68 of Whirlwind

Chapter 4

Ben

Ben reluctantly pulled away from the delicious morsel in his arms. Dakota was a spitfire, which made their surrender to his kisses all the more sweet.

They’d been all challenge and talk until they’d felt Ben’s lips, and then they’d given everything to Ben, letting him control the kiss.

When he’d pulled back, Dakota had been unsteady on their feet. They’d looked up at him with that devotion and trust that said they wouldn’t even worry about their balance because they knew he’d take care of it.

If Dakota wasn’t a sub, they certainly had submissive tendencies. Maybe just waiting to be discovered for the first time. If Ben’s cock wasn’t already pushing angrily against his jeans from that kiss, that idea would have been all that it took.

It didn’t help that Dakota fit in perfectly with the vibe he had going with Parker.

Dakota could trash talk with the best of them, but made it all feel like foreplay. Ben might die of blue balls if he didn’t get Dakota home soon. He couldn’t wait to see the expression on Parker’s face.

Except, of course, when he looked over at Parker, he was fixing them both with a predatory stare.

It was always like that with Parker, fight or fuck, but tonight it seemed like the barriers were down. What would Parker’s skin feel like against his own, he wondered for the millionth time.

Parker was the first to get his act together and launched them into the second game. He was throwing pretty well, and so far they were pretty evenly matched.

As the game came to a close, Ben and Parker were neck and neck, each of them a single round away from winning if they could just get the right numbers to zero out their scores exactly.

Then Dakota sat on Ben’s lap. They made it look somehow both innocent and dirty, claiming that they needed a cuddle since they weren’t going to win. All the while, they were grinding against his erection like it was a lap dance.

Parker smirked when Ben could hardly stand up for his turn.

And of course, Parker won on the next throw. Bastard.

Naturally, Dakota bounced right off his lap and into Parker’s arms. Ben wanted to be annoyed, both at Parker for winning and at Dakota for distracting him.

But all he could do was watch, entranced.

Parker, bold as hell, caught Dakota around the waist with one arm trapped between them, and then gripped their other wrist before dragging them into the kiss.

Dakota’s submission was instantaneous. They didn’t fight the possessive hold, just held their position, shaking, as Parker laid claim to their mouth.

Parker, being Parker, took it one step further and pulled both of Dakota’s hands behind their back, holding their wrists together.

Ben felt like he might come just watching them together. If there was one thing hotter than dominating Dakota, it was watching Parker do it.

Ben suddenly wasn’t so sure that he wanted to win. Oh, to be a fly on the wall for that scene. Which was just an… odd feeling.

He felt like he should be jealous, or at least more determined than ever to win. Whenever Parker was around, he always wanted to win. Losing his chance with Dakota was unthinkable.

But all that he could do was watch and try not to groan out loud.

Dakota gave and gave, holding perfectly to their bound position while Parker took and took, biting and licking at their swollen lips.

When Parker reluctantly pulled away, Ben could see him giving Dakota that moment to recover and find their balance.

Parker, of course, looked perfectly at ease. If Ben hadn’t been watching his pulse, he’d never have realized how much he was affected.

In fact, he’d never seen Parker watch a sub like he was watching this one.

The next game was a total blur. Dakota’s favorite move seemed to be rubbing up against the two of them seductively, only to breathily whisper something innocently devastating like, “it’s your turn” into his ear.

Like anyone could concentrate with all of that going on.