Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) (4 page)

Suddenly, I'm
being lowered onto one of the Adirondack chairs. This breaks my lustful Scott
haze and I open my eyes. Scott's seated on the chair and he's lowered us so I'm
straddling his lap.

This could work.

My head lowers
back to the crook of his neck so I can resume devouring him, but Scott stops
me. His hands start at my knees and slide under my sundress, bringing the dress
with it. When his hands reach my waist, he grabs the material and slides it up
my body. I raise my arms as he lifts and pulls my sundress off me, leaving me
in just my blue bikini.

His hands grab my
waist again and I feel his lips move against my collarbone, down my chest,
until he's kissing and sucking on the exposed flesh of my breast.

I groan in
satisfaction as I start to move my hips, grinding against the growing erection
underneath me. His hips start to thrust forward and I can feel the covered tip
of his erection against my bikini-covered core with every pump of his hips.

It would be so
easy to remove the last two items of clothing between us.

I'm horny. He's
hot. And I want horny, hot sex right now.

I lower my hands
and caress them against his abs as I make my way down to the waistband of his
trunks.

I want to feel him
in my hand before I fuck him in this chair.

As my hand starts
to slide underneath his trunks my body tenses and I stop all motion completely.

Someone's
watching.

I hear someone
giggling before Tawny drunkenly says, "Free porn right here on the beach.
Who knew you had it in you, Scotty?"

Her words sober me
up real fast. How long has she been here? What made me think I could go at it
with my sister's boyfriend’s brother right here on the beach?

Why is my hand
still down his pants?

I get up quickly,
removing my hand from his body as I stand up in the sand. My eyes assess my
surroundings; it looks like only Tawny's seen us.

Thank God.

I look down and
can see a few bright red marks on my chest from Scott's aggressive attack on
them. I'll have some hickeys tomorrow for sure.

What is he,
thirteen? Who leaves hickeys?

My brain is mush
and I'm stumbling on the right words to find so I can excuse myself from this
momentary lapse in judgment. Scott speaks instead.

"Tawny, don't
you have somewhere else you could be right now?"

He stands up and I
can still see the tent in his shorts. This is the first full visual I've had of
his erection and it's very impressive.

Shit. Stop
thinking of him that way.

He walks over to
me and slips his arm around my waist. I try to pull away but his grip gets
tighter.

"Why would I
leave, Scotty? You two are so entertaining," she hiccups.

She's drunker than
I thought.

"Stop calling
me Scotty. Tawny, Winnie and I would really like to be al-"

"I was just
leaving," I interrupt.

Scott stiffens
next to me and turns to face me. "You're leaving?" He looks a little
startled by my words and he lowers his lips to whisper in my ear. "I thought
you were coming. I want to make you come."

His words send
tingles across my skin and as much as I'd love for him to make me come, mostly
because my clit is throbbing and in need of immediate attention, I know that
Tawny's interruption was for the best. If we slept together I would regret it
in the morning.

I turn into his
body and lift up on my toes, brushing my lips against his cheek in a chaste
kiss. My lips move towards his ear so Tawny won't overhear.

"I was close
to coming, but for the sake of future parties and family get togethers, it's
better if I go now instead of come. We wouldn’t want an awkward situation in
the morning."

I don’t give him a
chance to respond. I push away from his body and say goodnight to Tawny as I
pick my sundress up off the sandy beach. I jog back up to the house and slip
the sundress over my head, attempting to hide the visible marks on my chest.

Walking up the
steps of the deck I can see clearly into the sliding glass door that leads into
the living room and has an open view of the kitchen. Jared and Autumn are
sitting at the kitchen table, holding hands, and just talking like it's the
most natural thing in the world for them. I'm envious of their relationship.
Few people ever find someone who is just completely made for them. Jared and
Autumn are made for each other. It's obvious to anyone who meets them.

It’s even more
evident to me now why Scott and I would never work. I need to find someone who
makes me as happy as Jared makes Autumn. Sleeping with or starting a relationship
with Scott, when he's part of this extended family bubble of Autumn's, would be
wrong and unnatural. I'm glad Tawny stopped us before we made a huge mistake.

I reach the
sliding glass door and open it, walking inside and closing it behind me.

"We were just
trying to decide if we should spend the night here or drive back home,"
Jared says, lifting his head up in my direction. My sister leans into him as
Jared's arms open and hold her in a sideways embrace.

"If you both
don't mind I'd rather go back to your house, Jared. I need a good night sleep
and this house is foreign to me."

"Sure thing,
Winnie. Let me just go say goodbye to my brother and thank him for the party.
I'll meet you two at the car."

Autumn and I leave
out the front door of the house and walk a block over until we reach the car
Autumn drove over here. I hop in the back as she gets behind the wheel and
starts the car.

"Did you have
fun, sis?"

"I had a lot
of fun. Your friends are great," I respond as enthusiastically as I can.

"I'm glad.
Jared was pretty surprised. It's good for him to still get together with all of
his friends when he can. Almost his entire family was here, too. They're a lot
of fun. You'll see the more you get to know them."

Oh, I know them.
Particularly one of them who's hot, sweet, sexy, kisses like a god, and get's
my ovaries working overtime. But I can’t tell her that. I'll never tell her
that. In fact, the next time I see him I need to make sure he takes that
information to his grave.

We pull into
Scott's driveway and Jared's waiting on the walkway. Autumn barely puts the car
in park before he opens the door and climbs in the passenger seat.

"That was
fast, babe."

"I didn't get
a chance to say goodbye."

"Why
not?" I interrupt from the backseat.

"He was too
busy going at it on the beach with Tawny. I love him, but I easily forget how
him and Tawny like to screw each other if no one else is around."

His words puzzle
and stun me at the same time and I slump down in my seat. I've been gone for
five minutes and he's already hooking up with Tawny? I shouldn't care. I just
met him, I turned him down, and he should be able to screw anyone he wants. I
made it clear that we can't ever have an intimate relationship.

So why do I feel a
pain in my chest after hearing about him hooking up with Tawny?

Chapter Three

"Three
hundred eleven, three hundred twelve, three hundred thirteen, three hundred
fourteen," I mumble under my breath.

After I tipped out
our bartender I still made three hundred and fourteen dollars tonight. Not bad
for a late spring break, when most of the college kids are down south.

I push my cash
into my purse and throw on my pink velour jumpsuit over my club lingerie. Today
I was working a bachelor party and the groom-to-be requested we wear black and
red lace lingerie. Although I'm not one of the strippers, I am required to be
in lingerie at all times as I serve the men drinks and dance on top of the
tables, platforms, and cages.

My friend, Leslie,
whose stage name is Peaches, had the privilege of stripping for these rich
assholes tonight. Most of the time the men are gentlemen. They don't touch me
because they know I'm not the show they paid for, and they don’t touch Leslie
because we have rules. Our strippers are allowed to touch you but you can’t
touch them unless it's been discussed beforehand and the stripper agrees.

A few of the girls
who work at the club allow this but Leslie doesn't, so when a few of the guys
got a little out of hand tonight because they wanted the groom to get a private
show, I thought I was going to have to call Big Hank, one of our many security
guards. Luckily, one of the guys in the party was sober enough to calm his
friend down and they ended up having a good time.

And I raked in
over three hundred bucks.

Leslie made over
five hundred and she deserves it for what she does. I'd love to make that kind
of money, too, but I've caught my high school math teacher, the police sheriff,
and my assistant pastor in here at different times since I started working. The
thought of any of those men seeing me naked has kept me out of the private
rooms.

Our club isn't a
strip club. There's no big room with an elevated floor and a pole in the
center. We're the biggest nightclub in town. Men and women come here to drink
and dance. We have stages and cages for the dancers, and I'm one of them. We
dance in lingerie as the customers look on and party it up. We have six private
rooms upstairs for parties, and that is the only area where we have girls who
occasionally strip, give lap dances, and do party tricks with their pussies.

When I'm not
dancing, I'm waitressing in the private rooms. It brings in good money.

I say goodnight to
Leslie and the other girls before having Hank walk me to my car. An hour later
I'm in my room, stripping out of my clothes, and climbing into bed.

Screw washing my
make-up off and taking a shower. I'm exhausted.

I've been home
from my trip to California for Jared's birthday for about two weeks and I've
been working non-stop. My parents’ boat shop opened back up because of the
beautiful spring weather we've been having in Michigan. During the day I work
there, at night I waitress here in town, and on the weekends I work at the
clubs.

I barely have time
for a social life.

My eyelids close
and I start to drift off to sleep when the buzzing of my phone rattles loud
against my nightstand. Groaning, I reach my hand up and retrieve my smartphone.
I swipe my finger on the screen to see who's texting me at... four o'clock in
the morning.

A ten-digit
unknown number flashes across the screen, but the three-one-zero area code
tells me it's from the Los Angeles area.

Unknown: Hi

Okay, that's a
vague message. I know only three people in California. It wouldn't be Jared
because we don't text each other and I have his number in my phone. Tawny's cell
is still her Michigan number, and I have Autumn's number programmed in my
phone.

Maybe Autumn got a
new number?

I'm tired but
curiosity gets the best of me and I decide to text back.

Me: Hi. Who is
this?

I get three
simultaneous texts back right away.

Unknown: I
didn't consider the fact that you'd have no idea who this is.

Unknown: This
could be fun.

Unknown:
Guess???

What the hell? I'm
not guessing. It's four in the morning. I'm sending the next text out and going
to bed.

Me: Listen,
douche nozzle. I'm tired, cranky, and I'm not up for your games. Unless you're
my sister, and I seriously doubt you are because she doesn't piss me off this
much, I'm going to bed so stop texting me.

I press send, put
my phone down next to me and close my eyes, ready to hibernate for the next ten
hours since tomorrow is my only day off at the boat shop. My parents shut down
the shop on Sundays.

Sunday is God's
day.

The phone buzzes
next to me but I ignore it. I'm in my happy place, getting ready to dream of
the cast of
Magic Mike
ravishing me and pleasuring me all at the same
time. When my phone buzzes five more times, I'm ready to throw it against my
wall, but instead I check the messages.

Unknown: Sorry
:(

Unknown: Does
your bed have room for one more?

Unknown: Douche
nozzle? Is that even a word?

Unknown: You
don't know the price I had to pay to get your number.

Unknown: Lets
just say I owe Tawny a lot of favors.

Unknown: Hello?
Are you sleeping and dreaming of me or just ignoring me?

It's Scott. Why
would he be texting me?  What kind of favors does he owe Tawny?

Why, out of
everything he just texted me, is Tawny the only thing that registered?

Even in my
complete exhaustion and anger, I can't help the butterflies that have suddenly
appeared in my stomach over the knowledge that Scott is texting me. That he
went out of his way to get my number to text me. I program his name in my phone
and add him as a contact before texting him back.

Me: I've heard
all about the favors Tawny and you give each other. You even gave her one the
night of Jared's party.

Scott: Jealous?
That could have been you.

Scott: But you
turned me down.

Me: I did,
didn't I?

Scott: Someone
had to take care of my blue balls.

Me: And Tawny
was so willing.

Scott: Can we
stop talking about Tawny? How are you?