Page 35 of Love Is Ale You Need

Suddenly, my vest chimes and flashes red. I glance down and spin around. Trey standing there, the smuggest smile on his lips.

“Pop! Goes the Rylee,” he sings.

I rise to my feet.

“I thought you were the Duck Hunt champion.” He holds his laser gun out.

“It’s only one round. I’ll get the next one.” I strut past him and shove the plastic gun into his chest.

“Ooomph.Feisty. I like it.”

I offer a little extra sway in my hips because I know he’s watching me from behind.

Once we’re at the starting position, I turn to Trey and narrow my eyes. “This round is mine.”

“And you’ll be mine when I win.”

My lips split into a wide grin. “Keep dreaming.”

“I do every night.”

It didn’t take long for laser tag to turn from a fun family game to something more sexual. I wonder what kind of dreams he has? If they’re anything like mine, we might be in trouble. Right now, I don’t need the distraction of naked Trey and figuring out what this is between us. Instead, I’m going to live in the now. I slam my hand against the button and the countdown starts again, followed by the buzzer.

This time Trey goes right, and I race straight ahead and then hang a left around a big block obstacle. I know I can’t let him get me this time. I tiptoe around the corner, holding my laser gun in front of me. If James Bond and Lara Croft had a love child, that would be me right now as I inch my way along the rear wall.

When I was on the right side, I remember there was a little alcove and I can almost guarantee that’s where he’s hiding. I continue to inch my way along the wall and circle around toward the right before ducking down. With my back flat against a ramp obstacle, I crouch down and peer around the corner. A mop of dark hair peeks out from the alcove. He twists my way and I snap back to hide around the edge. After a few seconds, I dare to take a peek and sure enough, he’s moving along the wall away from me. I raise my laser gun, taking aim using the plastic center hold sight. With a steady finger, I pull back the trigger until it clicks. His vest chimes, lighting him up red. Slowly, he turns around, frowning.

I rise to my full height, holding my gun while popping my hip like a sexy Laura Croft. “I saw the duck. I shot the duck. One-One. Game on.” I strut past him, but this time, he wraps his hand around my waist, hauling me to him.

“I gave you that one. I didn’t want you to feel bad about yourself.”

“Oh, you’re so full of it.”

He bends down and presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “That was for good luck.”

“Good luck for me? Or you?”

“For both of us.”

I stand in position, gun raised for dramatic effect, ready for round three. Trey hits the button and after the buzzer sounds and we take off in opposite directions. Immediately, I hide behind the first obstacle I come across. Crouching down, my chest heaves as I plan my strategy. Footsteps to my right draw closer and closer. I jump to my heels and shuffle to my left. Within a couple of steps, an arm wraps around my waist.

“Ahhhh!”

Trey’s hand covers my mouth, then his warm breath whispers over the shell of my ear. “Shhh. They’ll hear you.”

He pushes me against one of the block obstacles and spins me around, so we’re face to face.

“What was rule six? No person to person contact.”

“That’s a dumb rule. I’m vetoing.”

“You can’t just veto the rules.”

“Watch me.” He slams his lips to mine in a searing hot and demanding kiss.

I forget where we are, that I’m wearing a laser tag vest, and hell, I forget my own name. He does this to me with only a kiss.

He drops his laser gun on a block next to us and then he does the same with mine. I moan into his mouth, and he deepens the kiss. His tongue curls over mine, slow and seductive. Goosebumps prickle my skin as he slides his hand down my rib cage and stops at my waist. Without breaking contact with my mouth, he lifts me up and sets me on top of a block obstacle. He wedges himself between my legs, causing my dress to ride up my thighs. His semihard cock grinds against my lace covered pussy, or I grind against him. At this point, I’m not even sure. Either way, I don’t want it to end. His palms cup my cheeks, holding me in place as our tongues slide and caress against each other’s. I wrap my legs around his waist and hook my ankles behind him, tugging him even closer to me.

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