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What game are you playing still?How did this fit into whatever fantasy Rhea now had about their marriage? Was picking out what her wife wore everything she needed to get off now?
Of course not. There must be more to this than that.
Rhea picked up a rock and skipped it across the lakeshore. Paige watched with mild fascination.
Only when Rhea finally turned around and headed up the path leading to the cabin did a ripple of anticipation chase away the doubt in Paige’s sinew.
“Where have you been?”
Rhea leaned against the post holding up the porch roof. She did not remove her sunglasses. “Needed to clear my head before I have my way with you.”
A small smile almost broke Paige’s carefully crafted veneer that shetotallywasn’t into this at all.Maybe I want to play a game, too.They both had roles to play. Paige understood hers almost as much as she understood that this was probably an affair Rhea had psyched herself up for all week. She must have rejected Paige’s advances for a reason! This was a woman who never said no unless she was sick, fretful, or injured.She says so herself… always ready to go whenever I am.
So why the weird games? Paige supposed she was about to find out.
“Your way with me, huh?” Paige crossed her legs away from Rhea, who barely paid her any attention beyond the creak of her wife’s chair. “What makes you think I want to do something like that at lunchtime?”
“How late did you get up, exactly?”
“Oh, so you would have had your ‘way with me’ at ten if I were up earlier?”
Rhea’s hand slipped into her back pocket. “Maybe.”
“Maybe I don’t want to play along.”
At first, the heavy silence between them was peppered by the rustling of the breeze in the treetops and the calling of a bird by the lake. Rhea was not perturbed, though. She kept her cool demeanor when she said, “Suppose you’ve got a safe word for those feelings, now don’t you?”
Too much.That was how Paige described the excitement slightly arousing her senses. Who was this woman? What was her goal? Sex?Can’t just be sex. This has to go deeper, right?Was this a response to Paige’s recent reawakening as a sexual being who desired her wife? Because nothing had yet to compare to that night in the club when Paige had never felt so wild in the heart and loins – and Rhea had responded exactly how Paige needed her to.
Sure, their playtime at home was fun, and Paige was feeling more satisfied than ever… but nothing had the urgency and crazy inhibition she experienced in Hellfire.
This might come close, though.
“I want to make something clear,” Rhea said as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. “I’ve spent the past few years pining after you like a dog at the dinner table. There you always are, looking too hot for me to touch… like if I bring my fingertips close enough, you’ll send me to the hospital with nothing but pain to answer for my sins.”
“You flatter me, honey.”
“One of the reasons I married you is so I can sleep with you every night. It was the perfect plan, you know? Make the hottest girl on campus fall in love with me so I could put a ring on it and access her body every damn night I wanted.”
Those words stole the breath right out of Paige’s lungs. Maybe some other woman would be offended to hear this “confession,” but Paige immediately knew this was another part of the game. Some parts of it were truth, sure… yet Paige could say the safe word whenever she wanted, and that would be it. Back to a regular vacation with Rhea’s face buried in a book when it would rather be buried in her wife’s pussy.
Aren’t I lucky to have her?Paige’s hands gripped the arms of the wooden chair as she glanced away from the heated gaze hurling in her direction. “You’re a dirty one.”
“I only tell the truth. I had so little opportunity in college to tell you how I felt, but I spent many nights wishing I was the girl you were taking back to your dorm.”
“You make it sound like there wereso many.” Paige had counted once. It was fewer than ten over those four years, with a decent break with Rhea right before graduation. “Are you sure you weren’t jealous about how many girlfriends I had back then? Because you didn’t?”
Rhea chuckled, the phone still steady in her hand. “More like it killed me that they were all sleeping with you when that could’ve been me on the other end of your body.”
That’s almost sweet.“So, what are you going to do about it now? Tell me what to eat and how to dress so we can have some fun on our weekend getaway?”
“Honey.” Sarcasm dripped from the lips Paige had kissed hundreds of times before. “I already told you. I’m going to have my way with you. All afternoon.”
“Allafternoon,huh? What makes you think I can go that long?”
“It’s about building up anticipation, isn’t it? Make you hungrier for more and more until you’re bursting for me.”
“Do you think it’s that easy? Lead me along until I’m horny enough for you?”
