Page 91 of A Fool's Game

“Ains—”

His hand comes out of nowhere so quickly that I can’t guard against it, aiming for my mouth, but with his eyes stilltightly closed, he mostly touches my chin, only his pinkie and ring fingers landing on my lips as his thumb curls around the underside of my chin, holding tightly as he thrusts against my leg harder.

He’s clearly aware of what’s going on, so I relax into it, as much as I can relax with Ainsley touching me like this for the first time. I pull my lips apart just enough for his clasped fingers to slide between, and then I bite down on them. Not enough to hurt, just enough to hold him there.His breathing definitely shifts then, locked in his chest as his hard cock slides up and down against my bare thigh.

He comes silently, gracefully, like someone who’s been hiding his behavior for a long time. His dick is wet under the sheet as he continues to rub against me, forehead pressed to mine, fingers in my goddamn mouth.

When he stills, I relax my jaw, but he makes no move to pull his hand away. We lay there in the heavy silence, both of us breathing harder than we were a second ago—Ainsley from his orgasm, me from the weight of my own hard cock after what may have been the single hottest moment of my life.

I can’t move, can’t speak. I have no idea what to do. The longer I lay here, completely still, the less likely it seems that he’s going to say something. Sure enough, after what feels like an eternity in aching cock land, his breathing evens out and his eyelids start to shift in the dim, early morning glow.

As gently and slowly as I possibly can, I slide myself away and out of the bed. I pad barefoot down to the lower-level bathroom and close the door behind myself. When I grip my dick, I almost cry out at the sensitivity after waiting so long for its release. I come all over the inside of the marble shower stall, leaning against the glass door, panting and breathless.

The clock on the living room wall tells me it’s not evenfour. I curl onto one of the sofas and pull a soft throw over myself against the chill of the air conditioning, praying I can get a few hours sleep.

And somehow, after a lifetime of never sleeping two hours in a row and waking up anytime someone turns on a light three rooms away, I manage to sleep through the two of them waking up, taking showers, and making coffee in the kitchen five feet from my head.

“Morning, sleepy head,” Gem greets me with a smile when I sit up.

“Morning,” I answer, still a little dazed. “I can’t believe I slept so long.”

Gem laughs, no stranger to my insomnia. “I was just about to check if you were still alive.”

I smile at the cup of coffee she holds out, but my expression drops when I catch Ainsley, putting the cream back in the fridge, pointedly avoiding my gaze.

The night before comes flooding back to me, catching my breath in my lungs and waking up my dick, where it hangs naked between my legs.I snatch a pair of shorts from across the back of the couch and walk over to where he’s on his phone at the breakfast table. “Hey,” I say, unsure how much of this he’s going to want to talk about.

“Hey,” he responds, not looking up from his phone screen.

“I just needed to get a few hours of sleep down here. You know it’s hard for me to sleep with other people in the bed…” I trail off as I start to hear how stupid and desperate I sound.

Ainsley tosses me a split-second look and then focuses back on the screen. “Sorry for keeping you awake.”

There’s a sharpness to his tone that he fails to disguise.

“Ains—”

He stands abruptly, setting the phone on the table. “I’mgoing to hit the pool.” Hands in pockets, he looks at me with his mask back in place, calm and bright eyed, as if nothing in the world is bothering him.

I grind my teeth. “Ains?—”

But he walks away, jogging back up the stairs and out of sight.

“What’s that all about?” Gem asks, bringing her coffee and a croissant to the table and sliding into one of the chairs.

I chew my lip, wondering how much of what went on last night I should tell her. It’s clear Ainsley doesn’t want to talk about it, and I’m sure that means he doesn’t want me talking about it with other people…but this isn’t other people. This is Gem.

“We had a…moment last night.”

Her eyebrows raise. “Like a fight?”

I cock my head to the side. “No, like the opposite of a fight.”

Eyes wide, her mouth falls open. She’s about to demand the full story, but the man in question jogs back down the stairs wearing bright blue board shorts and carrying a striped towel. We both watch as he passes through the living room and disappears through the sliding glass doors to the pool patio.

Gem’s gaze shoots back to me. “You could have woken me up.”

I shake my head. “It wasn’t like that.”

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