Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) (14 page)

"Well, thank
you. I love it." I lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek before pulling
away. I put the shells back in the box and place the box on the ground.

I'll look at them
later.

"Now, can we
talk?" Scott asks.

"Well, I'm
confused. Isn't that what we've been doing?" I ask him.

"Smart ass. I
mean what I wanted to talk about."

"Sure. Go for
it."

"I woke up
this morning alone. Again! It's getting frustrating, Winn. After months of
sleeping together I don't understand why you won't just spend the night with
me?"

I knew this topic
would come up eventually, but honestly, I thought I was doing a good job at
avoiding it. Clearly, I was wrong.

"I... I...
It's completely embarrassing. I'd rather not say."

"Winnie, you
can tell me anything. Did you have a previous boyfriend who had night terrors?
Do you sleepwalk? Do you wet the bed?" He chuckles at his last question
and I hang my head in shame.

"It's worse.
It's worse than all of those so just leave it alone."

"Worse than
peeing the bed? I doubt it, Winn."

I look up at him,
annoyed. He's still laughing and there is nothing funny about what I'm going to
say. "I snore, okay? I snore loudly, my mouth hangs open wide, and
sometimes I even drool!" I shout the last part and we're both silent for a
few seconds. I'm silent in mortification and I think he's still trying to
process what I've said. Then, to my surprise, Scott bursts out laughing. His
arm clutches his stomach as he bends over, laughing uncontrollably, before
leaning back and falling down on the bed.

"It's not
funny, you asshole. No one can sleep around me. No one!"

He continues to
laugh as he sits back up on the bed, and I wait until he's finished making fun
of me. "It's just snoring, Winnie. Millions of people do it."

"Yes, but I'm
so loud that there isn't a person who could sleep through it. My own family had
to wear earplugs at night so they could get a good night sleep."

"Winnie-"

"And it's not
just my family. Imagine waking up at your first slumber party to all the other
girls laughing and pointing in my direction. That was the first and last time I
ever had a sleepover."

"Winn-"

"And in high
school I accidentally fell asleep at Angus Litbul's house after drinking too
much. One of my friends recorded me and sent it out as a mass text. They were
all laughing in good fun, but it scarred me."

"Winn, look
at me." His hands come up to my face as his palms lay flat across my
cheeks. I look up into his eyes, having no choice but to hear what he has to
say. "I'm sorry you went through all of that as a kid and that you are
still dealing with your embarrassment over it now, but this conversation could
have been avoided if you would have just stayed the night."

Huh? Was he not
listening to a word I said? Typical man.

"Scott,
I-"

"Beauty,
listen. Haven't you ever wondered why I never wake up when you leave me in the
middle of the night? I'm a sound sleeper, babe. I could be sleeping next to a
freight train in the middle of the loudest thunderstorm and I wouldn’t wake up.
I promise."

I laugh at the
noises he compares to snoring as he leans down and brushes his lips against
mine. "So are we good? Will you stay the night next time?" Scott
whispers against my lips.

"We're better
than good," I whisper back before kissing him appreciatively. His lips
start out as a whisper against mine. Soft but firm, directing me where to go
next. I love his lips, just like I love everything else about him. His tongue
traces across my bottom lip asking for entrance and I open for him, waiting to
taste his tongue inside me.

The kiss quickly
grows out of control.

"Oh..."
I moan as his hands slide up and down my body.

Do we have time
for this? With our family just down the hall?

His hands slide
under my top and slowly trace up my sensitive sides. I'm ticklish tonight so I
can't stop the giggles that release from my mouth with every movement of his
fingers. He smiles against my lips before quickly pulling off my shirt.

"Ticklish
this evening?" Scott asks me while admiring my chest.

"Maybe, just
a little," I whisper back huskily. He may be in a playful mood, but my
mood is anything but playful. I want to ravish him with my body.

His hands come out
to touch the material of my bra before meeting in the center of my breasts.
"Front clasp, that's new for you."

I push my heavy
breasts out into his hands. "Easier access for you."

He grins wickedly
before lowering his mouth to kiss the delicate flesh of my chest. He's
unhurried, which drives me crazy. I take matters into my own hands, literally,
as I unfasten the front clasp of my bra and slide it off my shoulders, before
tossing it on the ground.

"Impatient,
are we?" He laughs at my urgency.

"We don't
have much time. You can fuck me now, or I'm going back out there
unsatisfied," I tease back.

Scott grunts at my
words and slides his hands behind my back, pulling me to him so our chests are
flush against each other. His mouth lowers to mine as I giggle against his
lips. "I'm going to fuck you now. I'll make it quick."

He kisses me
frantically and I continue to laugh at his growing impatience. That's when I
hear a loud, deliberate cough coming from the doorway.
Scott must hear it
too, and we break apart as I cover my exposed chest with my hands.

"We
were just-"

"It's Christmas,"
Autumn hisses at me.

This is the
moment of truth. I've had a sneaking suspicion the past few months that Autumn
might know something about Scott and me. Not that we are having sex, but maybe
that we're mutually attracted to each other or something but I no longer have
to wonder. What she just walked in on will solidify anything she's suspected
the past few months.

I watch
Autumn as she tries hard to keep the smile from her face. This gets my giggles
going again and I can't hold off. I laugh uncontrollably and Autumn joins in.
It feels good to laugh right now. It breaks the tension in the room. I glance
over at Scott and he's looking at the two of us like we've just lost our
marbles. This just makes me laugh harder. Once we can calmly breathe in and out
I look over at Scott, wondering what he must be thinking right now.

"Seriously
though, what if someone else had walked in, huh? You two need to be more
careful."

I can feel
her eyes on me but I only have eyes for Scott. His eyes are still filled with
lust for me and he doesn't hide it. He doesn't even care that my sister is in
the room and being the kinky little adventurer that I am, this turns me on even
more.

"For
God’s sake, at least lock the door behind me," Autumn whines before I hear
the door close behind her. I want to kiss him right now. I want to strip him
out of his clothes and have him thrust inside me, filling me with exactly what
I need right now, but Autumn's words linger in my thoughts.

"We
need to lock the door," I whisper.

I get up
from the bed and lock the door before coming back over to where Scott is. I've
made no further attempt to cover my breast since Autumn left the room, so
Scott's getting a clear view of me topless. Nothing he hasn't seen many times
before.

"Much
better," I whisper, straddling his hips and sitting down on top of him so
my core is lined up with his solid cock. My hands go to his hair as I kiss the
center of his forehead. The elevated position of my body as I sit on top of him
gives his mouth direct access to my breasts and he takes full advantage of it.
Devouring each one before we get rid of the rest of our clothes and devour each
other.

Chapter Nine

January

Scott: Jared
and Autumn are driving me nuts with this newly wed shit. I can barely tolerate
going over there.

Me: They just
got married. It won't last forever. I think it's kind of cute.

Scott: You
would. You're a girl.

Me: Don't you
ever want to get married?

Scott: Maybe
one day, but I'd have to find the perfect girl first.

Me: I'm pretty
perfect. Lol

Scott: Yes, and
you'd never marry my ass.

Me: Damn right.
It would be wrong.

Scott: Yes,
completely wrong. Let's just keep doing what we're doing and no one gets hurt
;)

Me: But I like
it when it hurts ;)

Scott: Get your
mind out of the gutter, woman.

Me: Sorry. It's
out and screwed back on properly. Guess what I'm doing right now?

Scott: I hate
guessing. You know this. Just tell me.

Me: I'm looking
at my shells. You've quadrupled my collection in these past months. And all of
your shells are better than the ones I already had.

Scott: Glad I
could help. Do you have a big plan on what you want to do with all of them?

Me: There's not
much to do. I just like to look at them to remind me of the nice warm places I
could be at instead of stuck in this winter cold weather.

Scott: You
should come back out here. Autumn misses you.

Me: Oh Autumn
misses me? The one who's a newly wed and hasn't even picked up the phone to
call me in weeks?

Scott: Yep. She
misses you like crazy.

Me: Scott?

Scott: Yes????????

Me: I miss you
too.

★★★

February

Scott: What

Scott: Does

Scott: The

Scott: Fox

Scott: Say?

Me: Don't even
do it. If you do it I'll hate you forever!!!

Scott:
Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!

Me: You suck.
Now I'm going to have that stupid song in my head.

Scott: Is it
worse than last time?

Me: Yes!!!! I'm
trying to read and I'm at the best part and now I won't be able to concentrate.

Scott: I've
never met a cage dancer who reads in her spare time.

Me: You
obviously aren't talking to a lot of cage dancers. We can be surprising.

Scott: You
surprise me all the time.

Me: Yeah? What
surprises you the most about me?

Scott: How easy
you are to talk to. You've kind of snuck up and become my best friend.

Me: Oh, wow.
You're having a serious moment right now.

Scott: Your
ass. Your ass surprised me too. Better?

Me: Much.

Me: You're my
best friend too. God I need to get out more.

Scott: I know,
right? Maybe we shouldn't text so much.

Me: But I like
texting. It's the perfect distraction for me when I'm out. It lets me avoid
talking to all the people around me.

Scott: That's
exactly why we shouldn't text so much. We need to expand our circle of friends.

Me: Fine. Stop
texting me then so I can keep reading my book.

Scott: That's
not expanding your circle of friends.

Me: Who needs
friends when you have the perfect book boyfriend?

Scott: Okay we
definitely can't stop texting each other or you'll be locked up in a psych ward
somewhere texting your imaginary book boyfriends.

Me: But at
least they'll keep me company while I'm stuck in the white padded room.

Scott: Are you
at a dirty part in the book yet?

Me: Yep. After
reading over half the book filled with sexual tension and angst, they're
finally going to do it.

Scott: Call me
so you can read it to me out loud

Me: The things
I do for you.

Chapter Ten

Scott

The last few
months have been hell at work. It's the middle of March and I really need to
sell a fucking house. Not just any house, a multi-million dollar home. I've had
no real bites for months and my habit is bleeding me dry. Sure, I'm selling
small stuff here and there, but I can't seem to make any large deals. Deals I
used to make regularly.

I thought maybe
things would pick up after Christmas, that's why I wasn't too worried and was
able to spend time with Winn over the holidays. She was originally supposed to
go home the day after Christmas, but after the last minute nuptials of our
siblings, she decided to stay a little longer so she could house sit for them
and they could take a proper honeymoon. Winn's version of house sitting was
letting me crash there while I fucked her on every surface of their place, in
every hole imaginable.