Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) (22 page)

Sinatra runs over,
excited to see me. I pet her and kiss her before making my way down the hallway
and straight into the master bathroom. I turn the shower on scorching hot
before stripping out of my clothes. I'm in front of the mirror and when I look
up, my reflection is staring back at me and I hate the woman I see.

I've always been a
strong woman. I've owned my sexuality, never taken shit from anyone, and I've
always done what I wanted to do, not caring what others will think. But today
crossed a line, even for me, and I'm no longer proud to look at the woman
staring back at me in the mirror.

Stepping into the
shower I let the hot water surround me and cover me like a blanket. It burns my
skin but with the pain also comes relief. Relief that I'm washing away the sins
of today. I grab the purple shower sponge I have in Scott's shower and lather
it with soap before scrubbing my body. I scrub with a purpose. I need to
exfoliate every skin cell on my body in order to feel clean. After twenty
minutes the water has started to cool because I'm pretty sure there's no hot
water left in the tank. Every inch of my body is bright red and it makes me
feel a tiny bit better.

I turn off the
water and dry myself off before making my way into Scott's room. It's dark and
he's still not home. Luckily, I have Sinatra to keep me company. She's sprawled
out on Scott's bed waiting for me. Rummaging through Scott's drawers I throw on
one of his t-shirts because I think I've been naked enough today. Moving over to
the bed I slide under the covers and Sinatra joins me. She lies on her side and
I just pet her, rubbing my hand up and down her fur.

Some time passes
before Scott comes into the room. He's finally home. I look over at him as he
starts to strip out of his clothing.

"Everything
go okay? You pay off your debt?" I ask him

"Everything
went perfect and I promise you, baby, I will never gamble again. The
consequences aren't worth it."

He slips inside
the bathroom and I listen as the water turns on. He showers quickly, obviously
not feeling the same way I did when I was in there, and comes out in just a
towel. He tosses it on top of his dresser before moving to the bed and slipping
under the covers with me.

His naked body
moves over to mine and he pulls me to him, spooning me from behind. His hand
slides down the shirt I'm wearing until he reaches the hem and slips it
underneath.

He wants sex?
After everything that happened today he wants sex? I don't know which feeling
rushing through my body is more intense right now- the need to cry or the need
to punch him in the balls.

His hand slips to
the opening between my legs as he parts my folds with his fingers. His mouth
lowers to my ear. "I could have come fifty times today watching you. I
want you right now, baby. I need to release some of this pent-up tension."

My body stills as
I lower my hands to remove his hand from my southern region.

"Not
tonight."

I can feel his
whole demeanor change and I know he must be shocked. Since we started sleeping
together I've never turned him down. Never.

"Is
everything alright?" he asks me.

No, everything is
not all right, but I can’t tell him that tonight. He was just able to save his
own life and save the heartache the truth would bring his family. I can’t ruin
that.

I turn over in his
arms and look up at him. He still makes me melt inside. Still makes me feel
things I've never felt before. I'll get past this. I have to, because I can’t
imagine losing the man in front of me.

"Everything's
fine. I just want you to hold me tonight. Can you just hold me?" My voice
breaks at that last sentence and I can feel the well of tears burst as they
start to fall down my face.

"Of course,
baby. Come here."

He pulls me in and
hugs me as my hands wrap around his back. I bury my face in his chest as he
lays his chin on top of my head. "Shhh. Everything is going to be fine,
Winn. You're safe. Everything will be okay," he coos.

His words should
make me feel better but they don't, because somewhere deep inside I know this
is the beginning of the end.

★★★

Scott does a great
job at lifting my spirits the next two weeks. He also barely lets me out of his
sight. During the days I work, he almost always finds an excuse to tag along to
Jared's with me, completely ignoring the fact that he should be working himself.
He needs to try and get some new clients. On the days I don't work we usually
just spend the day at his house. Surfing, reading, or just relaxing on the
beach, and every single night I'm in his bed. He hasn't expressed it verbally
but I know sleeping at Autumn and Jared's right now is off limits.

I'm starting to
get past the events of two weeks ago and really hope for a future with him.
He's been so attentive to me. I know he cares about me and there are even
moments when I think he might love me, but I never bring it up. We don’t
discuss feelings and I'm still his non-girlfriend.

Tonight, he
surprises me by making dinner and an elaborate one at that. Lobster with
homemade mashed potatoes and asparagus. I'm not a fan of red wine so a bottle
of white wine from a vineyard up north sits on the table.

He's been doing
things like this for me daily. He even woke me up this morning with beautiful
flowers that he picked while taking Sinatra for a walk. It was unexpected,
thoughtful, and dare I say, romantic.

The romanticism is
in my head though. In all the talking we've done these past two weeks, the one
thing we haven't talked about is our feelings for each other. It's like an
unspoken agreement we have with each other and he seems to be fine with it, but
I'm not. I don’t want to ruin the romantic evening he's set up for us tonight,
so I'll talk to him about it tomorrow and see if we can both get on the same
page.

After dinner we
watch a movie on the large flat screen in the living room before heading to bed.
I say goodnight to Sinatra while Scott locks up and we meet back in his room. I
strip down to my birthday suit and climb into bed. I prefer to sleep naked when
I'm with Scott. It's only on occasions like two weeks ago that I feel like
covering up my body.

"Thank you
for dinner. It was delicious."

"I'm glad you
liked it," he replies as he strips off his clothing. I watch his every
move, my eyes worshiping every inch of his ripped body. He flicks off the light
and climbs into bed next to me. I cuddle up into his side and relax against
him. I love just being near him.

"I was
thinking about maybe getting away this weekend, maybe driving up north. What do
you say?"

I look up at him
in the darkness and smile. "Is this a solo trip or do you have room for
one more?"

"Definitely
room for one more," he whispers huskily. His mouth comes down to capture
mine and we kiss. His lips feel like a soft caress and it awakens my desire for
him. He takes his time with every movement and I respond back to him unhurriedly.
His lips part and our tongues meet and I can faintly taste the wine from dinner
mixed with mint.

My right hand
slides up his bare chest to his neck. I pull him into me and escalate the kiss,
moving my body passionately against him. He follows the command my body gives
him and he rolls us over until I'm lying on my back and he's hovering over me.
His lips separate from mine as he kisses down my body. A hunger for him takes
over me with every touch of his lips. My nipples harden, my stomach tightens
and when he kisses my lower stomach I feel all the blood in my body pull to my
core.

His lips brush
against my mound before he moves down slightly and his tongue licks between my
folds.

"Fuckkkk..."
I groan, lowering one of my hands to the top of his head where I can latch on
to his hair. His tongue swipes against my clit before applying pressure and
moving against me in a circular motion.

The sensation is
heavenly.

His hands are on
the prowl. His left hand comes up to play with one of my aroused nipples,
pinching and pulling the tightened bulb. His right hand slides lower until it
finds my awaiting center and two fingers plunge inside me. He thrusts them in
and out and with every thrust I feel the tips of his fingers stroke against my
g-spot. The intensity of him stimulating both my g-spot and clit is almost more
than I can take.

His tongue stops
moving as he sucks my bundle of nerves between his lips and I involuntarily
thrust my hips upward as my body shudders in pleasure, wanting more of what
he's giving me. My reaction turns him on even more and he starts thrusting his
fingers inside me harder and faster. I groan again loudly, unable to pacify the
intensity of what he's doing to me.

The warming
sensations that will inevitably give me my orgasm start in my core, spreading
throughout my lower belly and back. I'm chasing it, willing myself to catch it
so I can come. I start to move faster against Scott's mouth and with every
thrust of my hips I get closer, the sensation building stronger and stronger. I
move against him again as he thrusts a third finger inside me and I explode.

"Oh...
Scott," I whimper out as I come. He continues to plunge his fingers inside
me, licking my clit until I'm completely sated. He pulls his fingers out from
inside me and then slides up my body.

"Taste
yourself, beauty. You taste so fucking incredible and I want you to have a
taste," he whispers huskily. He's watching me with hooded eyes and I part
my lips as his fingers slide against them. He inserts all three fingers and I
suck, moaning at the succulent taste of my excitement.

Once I've cleaned
myself off him; I bite down gently before releasing his fingers from my mouth.
He hovers over my body and kisses me, licking and sucking my lips in case I've
missed anything. I part my legs invitingly and his hips move in, lining himself
up with my center. I wrap my legs around his waist and he pushes his hard,
thick cock inside me.

"God, you
feel incredible. You always feel so fucking good, Winn."

He's moving slow
and steady, pushing himself completely inside me and then slowly pulling out,
before repeating the movement again and again. He kisses my lips, my cheek and
moving downward to kiss my neck, sucking my delicate skin between his lips and
I'm sure I'll have a mark in the morning.

The way he's
taking his time worshiping my body feels different than every other time
before. The unfamiliar way he's moving against my body is not the way he fucks.
It's the way he makes love.

My hands slide
over his back and with every slow thrust I hold him tighter, my nails clawing
at his back as I try to hold off on another orgasm. I want to make this last
forever. I want to come with him.

His hips go from
thrusting, to slow circular grinding, and I don't know how much more I can
take, but I want to take it all. It's like our bodies were meant for making
love. We're a perfect fit.

I tighten my walls
around him, giving him a tighter fit and he groans.

"Holy
shit," he growls. He starts thrusting inside me again, but this time it's
hard and fast. I can’t hold off any longer. It feels too good. He's massaging
me internally in just the right place and with every thrust he stimulates my
clit. The sensation is too much to handle.

"I can't
hold... I'm coming," I scream. I come violently against him, my pussy
milking him hard as my nails scratch down his back. He grunts in pleasure and
pain as he comes inside me a second later, filling me completely. His head
falls against my neck as he breathes heavily.

In these few
seconds we're one body, sharing the beautiful afterglow of the most intimate of
acts. It's never been this intense with us before and that somehow makes it
even better. I didn't event think that was possible. It's because of these
feelings rushing through me that the next words come out of my mouth, and
they're possibly the dumbest.

My chin is on his
shoulder as my hands move from his back and up to grasp his hair. "I love
you," I pant out, still trying to catch my breath.

My hands still in
his hair as his body stills on top of mine.

Oh, shit.

We stay like this
for a while. Neither of us moving or breaking the connection between us, but he
doesn't acknowledge what I've said either. Once our breathing has settled and
our sweat has started to dry he pulls away from me, sliding his dick out from
inside me and rolling over. We're both side to side on our backs and I don't
know if I should bring up the eight letter phrase I just let escape my mouth.

Is it weird if I
don’t acknowledge it? It's definitely weird that he hasn't. As the seconds tick
by I grow more and more uncomfortable and I don’t know what to do. I could pass
it off as a joke, but then I would be belittling my own feelings and that just
seems wrong.

Scott turns over
on his side to face me as his arm comes out to wrap around my stomach, pulling
me closer to him.

"You know I
care about you, right?" His question is like a slap in the face. I don’t
look at him, in fear that I'll start crying uncontrollably and won't stop.

Why has being with
him turned me into an emotional mess? Jesus! I've never been a crier, but since
I met Scott it's become one of my regular emotions.

"Yeah, I
know," I mumble.

"No, I really
care about you. More than anyone I've ever been with before."

I turn into him
and snuggle up to his chest so we're both lying on our sides. It's the only way
I can show him that we're fine without showing him my face. I wouldn't be able
to hide the emotion on my face right now.

"I know,
Scott. I care about you, too."

We both grow
silent and I pray for sleep to take over my body. It actually comes easier than
I expected because one minute I'm laying wide-awake and the next minute the
world goes black.