Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) (6 page)

I tell him a
little more about me, but keep quiet on the rest of the stories revolving around
my childhood. They're boring and a little too wholesome. Men like to hear about
the work I do now, or at least it holds their interest more.

We get into
relationships and while Scott's had a few more than me, probably due to our
more than five year age difference, I've only had two serious relationships; a
boy in high school and Josh, who broke up with me last year.

Then my
infatuation with Brandon Boner started. The infatuation is over now because
Jared, a.k.a. Brandon Boner, is dating my sister and is now a one-woman man. He
stopped performing in the industry and now he just produces porn from his
production company. I thought getting over the lustful fantasies in my head
about him would be hard, but since I met Scott I haven't fantasized about Jared
once. I guess that's a good thing.

Now, just because
I've only had two serious relationships doesn't mean I've only had two sex
partners. I've had more. I'd give a number but that may alter your opinion of
me. I think it sucks and is completely sexist that a man can give a number and
get cheered on by his friends, but if a woman gives a higher number she's
considered a slut. It's not as though I sleep with every man I meet. I just
like to have sex. A lot of sex.

We drive through
the gates of Jared's gated community and up the hill and around the corner
until we reach his home. Jared calls it a home, but I call it a mansion. I fell
in love with his place the very first time I visited. It's three stories and
has a large open floor plan. The floor to ceiling windows give you a beautiful
view of the area and since Autumn has lived here, she's given his mansion a
more homely feel.

Instead of Jared
throwing wild parties filled with celebrities and people in the adult industry,
now he holds smaller parties. Autumn no longer has to fear walking in on a
threesome going on in the living room, but that story's for another time.

The car stops near
the front door on Jared's arched driveway. Scott climbs out of the town car and
tips the driver before grabbing my bags from the trunk and bringing them into
Jared's home for me. We walk in the wooden double doors and the house is
completely silent. You could hear a pin drop.

"Where is
everyone?"

Scott smiles and
places my luggage down on the mat, taking my hand swiftly and pulling me
through the open entryway, past the spiral staircase and into the living room
where he pushes me onto the couch. I land on my side and roll over on my back
to face him, but I barely get myself settled before he's lying on top of me,
pushing me into the cushions.

"Now this is
the proper way to say hello," he whispers huskily, leaning in to kiss me.
I bring my hand to his chest and push so that he's unable to meet my lips.

"What do you
think you're doing? Where are Autumn and Jared?" His left hand lowers to
my knee and he slowly drags it up my thigh.

"Out,"
he replies.

This should
infuriate me but it doesn't. I'm completely drawn to him. His eyes are hooded
and when I flicker my eyes to his lips, he's dragging his bottom lip between
his teeth.

Oh, what those
lips could do to me.

When I finally
look away, my eyes meet his and he can read me like a book. I'm softly panting,
my lust-filled gaze is locked on him and the soft moan that releases as soon as
his hand reaches my inner, upper thigh gives me away. He knows by my reaction
that I'm hot, wet, and horny.

"Oh?" It
comes out as a question because, really, I have no control over my words
anymore.

This is a bad
idea. I know this is a bad idea, yet, as his other hand drifts up my side, over
my right breast and past my shoulder to cup behind my neck, I no longer care
about good or bad ideas, right or wrong. I've never done what's right, so why
start now.

He lowers himself
back down on top of me and I close my eyes, waiting to feel his lips on mine.
Instead they brush my cheek before moving to my ear. His breath on my skin
causes desire to ripple through me.

"They're out.
We're here. Let's not make this a missed opportunity." His mouth lowers to
my neck and I feel his lips on my skin. He's leaving the slowest, most sensual
open mouth kisses on my sensitive skin. The feeling's indescribable and my body
reacts accordingly. My nipples harden, I feel a tingly sensation down below,
and my skin is coated in goose bumps.

"Okay,"
I moan and tilt my head to the side, giving him more room to devour my
neck.  His lips continue their assault on my body, moving lower and
brushing against my collarbone. He thrusts his hips into me gently, his
denim-covered erection grinding into my denim-covered pussy. The feeling of him
hard and ready for me, and knowing how good he could feel inside me once we get
rid of our clothes, makes me want to beg him to take me. Hard and fast.

His teasing is
killing me. The soft brushes of his hand across my body, mixed with the feeling
of his lips all over me, have my hips moving involuntarily in rhythm with his.
My hands drag up between us and under the front of his shirt so I can feel his
hard chest above me. This torture needs to end. I need him to kiss me.

"Little
Adams? Are you here?" Tawny's voice echoes in the entryway.

"Motherfuck-"

"Shhh,"
I whisper, placing my hand over his mouth so he doesn't draw more attention to
us.

This is the second
time Tawny's interrupted us. Her timing is horrible, but maybe this is a good
thing. Screwing Scott on Jared's couch isn't the best idea, no matter how
magnetic our chemistry is.

I bend and adjust
my legs, moving out from underneath Scott so I can stand up and adjust my
clothing. "We're in here, Tawny."

Scott groans and
reluctantly gets up. His clothing isn't unraveled and every hair is in place.
God, it must be so easy being a guy.

"We'll finish
this later," Scott whispers under his breath.

"Yeah, in
your dreams."

"You're in my
dreams frequently." His little boy smile is infectious and it takes everything
out of me not to smile back at him.

Tawny's crazy and
outrageous self bursts into the living room. Her heavy make-up, baggy t-shirt,
cut-off shorts and sandals tell me she's just coming home from work.

"Little
Adams!" Her arms wrap around me, squeezing me into a tight hug. When she
releases me she looks over at Scott and smiles. "Your brother is seriously
the best to work for. I'm done with work for the day and I still have the whole
day ahead of me."

"You said you
would be on set until late this afternoon?" Scott does nothing to hide his
annoyance at being interrupted.

"Calm down,
Scotty. My lovely costar didn't show up today. So I had a short day. Jared
decided to just shoot a quick twenty minute video of me masturbating and
getting myself off for the camera so that he had some new footage for the
website and so I got paid."

"People pay
to watch you masturbate?" I ask curiously. I'm no prude to porn. I
actually love watching it but I watch sexual acts involving more than one
person. Never solo acts.

"Yes. Men
will watch anything. At first I offered to have Jared fill in for my absentee
costar, but he turned me down. I love how committed he is to Autumn, but the
world misses Brandon Boner."

Although I'd never
want Jared sleeping with a woman other than my sister, Tawny's words are true.
People want Brandon. He's taken a lot of heat for not performing in the porn
industry anymore. So much so that people are actually searching for the next
Brandon Boner. They need someone who will be as popular as he was, but there
aren't a lot of drop dead gorgeous, tattoo covered, pierced dick men who are
hung like a horse lying around.

"Since you're
here, Tawny, you can help Winnie and me get the house ready for the party
tonight."

She agrees and the
three of us start transforming the living room and kitchen into the perfect
area for a birthday party. I'm no longer thinking about Scott, or at least I'm
trying not to think about him. We set up the decorations and cake. The balloons
are delivered a few hours later and Tawny and I take a trip to the local liquor
store, stocking up on all our drinking needs.

I successfully
avoid Scott for the rest of the afternoon, afraid of what I might do if I'm
alone with him. Now I'm ready to see my older sis and party it up for her
birthday.

★★★

What started as a
small get together with the few friends Autumn has made here in California,
turned into a large party by midnight. Tawny and Kelly invited a few of their
closest friends, and by closest I mean that Tawny barely remembers their names.
Some are people she met on shoots; some are just random people she's met at
clubs and bars.

I thought for sure
Jared was going to have a shit fit when these random people showed up, but
because Autumn was okay with it, so was Jared. The two of them were inseparable
all night and went up to their bedroom about an hour ago. The party was a lot
of fun, so I'd normally make jokes about how boring the two of them were for
leaving it, but by the sounds coming from their bedroom, they're anything but
boring.

Autumn's birthday
party was definitely a success. There were gifts, music, dancing and even a
little pool action in the backyard. I made sure to always have a drink in hand
so I would have a slight buzz throughout the night, but when my sister and
Jared went up, that's when the real party began.

Drinking.
Drinking. And more drinking.

I'm enjoying my
buzz and dancing with Tawny and Kelly in the living room when a strong arm
wraps around my torso and pulls me against his firm chest. By the way my body
reacts, I know it's him behind me. I stumble, an unfortunate effect of the
alcohol, but quickly recover as Scott turns me around in his arms. His face
lowers toward mine so I can hear him over the music.

"Come with
me," he says, his voice low and husky. It sounds like sex. I mean,
literally, if sex had a voice, it would be Scott's.

I'm not sure if
it's the alcohol or my constant, unquenchable lust when I'm around this man,
but I follow him. He leads me out of the room, down the hallway and into the
guest room I'm staying in while I'm here. Once we're inside he closes the door
behind us, muffling the noise coming from the rest of the house.

The room I've been
staying in is nicer than my bedroom at home. The walls are a cream color and
the floors are dark hardwood. There's an antique dresser and desk that have
been stripped, sanded, and stained to beautiful perfection. The bed is large
and circular. It's something I imagine finding in a sex club, not a guest room,
but oddly it complements the antique furniture well. The only distasteful thing
in the room is the large mirror on the ceiling, directly over the bed

Leave it to an
ex-porn star to have a mirror on the ceiling of the guest bedroom.

"I have
something for you, Winnie."

"Yeah? Let me
guess, that something is hard and waiting for me in your pants?"

He laughs and
replies, "Actually, yes."

I watch as he
lowers his hand and while I'm ready for him to grab his zipper and start
pulling down, he shocks me by reaching into his pocket and pulling something
out.

"I found this
last week when I was surfing with the guys. It's rare to find these out this
way, especially this color but when I saw it I thought of you. I saved it for
your collection."

He reaches out his
hand and opens it completely, revealing a pinkish, almost salmon colored
starfish shell. It's not very large, maybe three inches in size but its shape
is perfect, and the color makes it even more unique.

I reach out for it
and pick it up with my hands, feeling its rough, bumpy texture on one side, and
its smoother texture on the other.  "This is amazing. I can't believe
you saved this for me."

I look up into his
gray eyes and almost immediately forget about the starfish. Instead, all of my
previous thoughts come rushing back in my head. The atmosphere in the room changes
too. It goes from sweet and innocent, to sparks and sexual tension in the blink
of an eye.

"I want
you," Scott grunts, pulling me back into his body.

"What
happened to your poker game?"

"What poker
game?" His hands start at my hips and slowly slide up my body, awakening
every nerve inside me. My breathing grows faster as my physical want for him
increases.

"The poker
game you were playing with the boys-" I stop talking as his lips make
contact with my neck, temporarily distracting my thoughts. "With the boys
on the deck."

"I wasn't
playing poker, Winnie." His mouth moves under my chin, up my cheek and
across my face until I can feel his lips at the corner of my mouth. "You
didn't see me playing poker. I was just observing."

That's strange
because I could have sworn I saw him with cards in his hand and throwing poker
chips out into the center of the table, increasing his bet. How much did I
drink tonight?

Scott's mouth
captures my plump bottom lip and sucks the delicate skin before gently biting
down. I don’t hesitate as I open my mouth, ravishing him with my lips. The kiss
is passionate and fast, both of us insatiable and both of us needing to quench
this desire before we explode.

My hands move to
the bottom of his shirt, grasping the hem and pulling it up and over his body.
Unfortunately, this means I have to stop tasting his delicious mouth for a
second or two.

"Just one
night," he grunts, his hands moving back to my hips as he pulls me back
into his body. I can feel his hard erection against my stomach. "You've
had me horny as hell for weeks and I want you and need you tonight."