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My mouth drops to a frown, and Jasper peeks up at me, looking guilty.
“We’re gonna talk about this later,” I say lowly, and Jasper nods his head, looking a little pale. Yes, well, we have a lot to discuss it seems. Like exclusivity and what this means once we leave Kansas.
I know what I want, and I sure as fuck hope he wants the same thing. I don’t want to go from finally having him to losing him. I don’t know if I could take it.
“I cannot believe we have to wear these disgusting shoes,” Damon says, looking slightly despondent at the racks of shoes lining the shelves behind the counter. “I didn’t realize we’d be bowling in tornado land or I would have brought my own stuff.”
“Oh, I know. This is tragic,” Jasper says, and Carter nods his agreement, but I don’t mind wearing these used shoes. The best pair I own are ones I’ve had since high school. I know Jasper, Carter, and Damon get all fancy with their bowling shoes, some with interchangeable soles, but I like these just fine. Reminds me of where I came from. And fuck, if they’re not a good luck charm in many ways.
“You can’t bowl in your real shoes,” I tell them. “It will throw off your game and then I’ll win.”
Well, that seems to light a fire under Jasper. He stands a little straighter and squares his shoulders. And when he tells the girl behind the counter his shoe size, he only winces a little. He does carry the shoes to our lane with two fingers, holding them away from his body like they have the plague, but I know I’ve appealed to his competitive side.
Jasper wants to win this.
“How about,” I say, bending down to tie my shoes and whispering to him softly. “If I win, I get to do whatever I want to you tonight. And if you win, you can do whatever you want to me.”
“And how is that an incentive?” he huffs, but I see the way his eyes darken, the way he wets his lips. He likes his odds. “And what will you do to me if you win?” Jasper asks, and I wink at him.
“Gonna be a surprise,” I say, and he swallows, shifting in his seat. “And what are you gonna do to me?” I ask.
“Oh, you’ll have to wait and see,” he says, standing up and adjusting his pants slightly. I can see his half-hard cock through his jeans, and it’s making my mouth water. I kind of wanna win so I can fuck him silly, but then again, I kind of want to lose to see what Jasper would do to me.
Hmm, all the choices. Not quite sure what I’ll do yet, but it is appealing.
“You guys ready to watch me kick your ass?” Carter says, and Damon scoffs, strutting toward the bowling balls and eyeing them skeptically.
“Oh, just you wait, honey. I’m gonna wipe this bowling lane clean with your sorry asses.”
I glance over at Jasper, and he waggles his finger at me.
“You better not lose on purpose,” he says, and I bite back a smile. “I know you were considering it.”
“You know nothing,” I say back, and he scoffs, moving toward the lane, a dark green bowling ball hanging from his fingers.
“I want to win fair and square, so don’t make me mad, Bennet. You don’t want to see me rage.”
“Oh, but I think I do,” I murmur, and he must catch it because his eyes narrow.
But before we can banter even more, it’s time for the games to begin.
Suddenly, I know exactly what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna lose, but make it seem like I tried not to.
I wanna see what he does to me when we’re alone again in the trailer tonight. I’m down for it, for whatever he has in store for me.
* * *
It’s torture, waiting to see what he has planned for me. I think he’s delaying it because he knows what it’s doing to me. But I didn’t lose the bowling games on purpose. I had originally planned to, but he was actually on it, laser-fucking-focused, so beating him was actually hard.
And now my dick is so hard and eager that it hurts. But Jasper’s taking his goddamn time, playing Monopoly with the guys, Bridgette, and her kids. My mom went to bed after dinner, having worn herself out from all the commotion. But that’s to be expected. Tomorrow morning a nurse is coming out to check on her and then in the afternoon, she has a physical therapist scheduled to help her with some motor issues she’s still experiencing.
She needs to be rested for it all.
But that’s not what’s really on my mind. My mind is on Jasper, who is slowly counting his fake money, pretending like he has all the time in the world. Like he’s become some goblin banker. He doesn’t seem to understand that we are on a deadline. A sex deadline. My dick is gonna fall off. This is getting dangerous. How I make a living is hanging in the balance now.
“Jasper, can I talk to you a moment?” I ask, and that little fucker glances up at me, a smirk on his lips.
Oh, this guy knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Well, fuck if I’m gonna wait any longer. I’m bigger than him. I could pick him up, throw him over my shoulder, and carry him all the way to the trailer.
