Page 102 of Fault Line

As the daylight continues to fade away, our competition reaches its peak. Kaia stretches her arms above her head, lips curling up as an idea forms in her mind. “Why don’t we up the stakes, Beck? Let’s switch to strip poker.”

I raise both brows, momentarily taken aback by her suggestion. “As much as I’d love that, it’s really fucking cold out here, baby.”

“Oh, come on,” she teases, poking me in the chest. “Are you chicken or something?”

I stare at her for a moment, and then I blow out a long, relenting breath. “Alright, fine. Strip poker it is.”

We resume our game, the tension rising as we slowly lose articles of clothing. Kaia first removes her jacket, shivering slightly but giving me that confident grin of hers nonetheless. “Your move, Beck.”

I follow suit during the next round, pulling off my own jacket and tossing it aside. Our breaths come out in small puffs of condensation in the chilly air, but we’re too caught up in the game to care.

One by one, our clothes are slowly shed, the stakes of the game growing higher with each hand. The chill in the air is soon forgotten as the heat between us flares, our bodies growing closer and closer.

It’s not long before Kaia’s peeling off her shirt, revealing her shivering body underneath. “See? Not so bad.”

I rake my gaze over her from head to toe, admiring her, the sight of her bare, glowy skin sending a flare of heat up my spine.

We continue playing the game, the sun fully set behind us now. The pile of discarded clothing grows, and the air between us is thick with anticipation and desire.

Finally, with just a few critical pieces of clothing left, we reach the final hand. Kaia studies her cards, biting her lip nervously. “Alright, Beck. This is it.”

“May the best player win.”

We reveal our cards, and for a moment, we’re both stunned by the outcome. Kaia’s hand beats mine by a single fucking point.

“I won!” she squeals with delight, throwing her arms around my neck, her thin, lace bra the only barrier between our chests. “I can’t believe it!”

I laugh, the fact of my loss momentarily forgotten in the face of her joy. “Congratulations, Karras. You’ve earned it.”

She grins, pressing a triumphant kiss to my lips. “I get to do the lectures.”

“Absolutely,” I agree, wrapping my arms around her, sharing our warmth as we huddle close. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t exactly have time for it with our practice schedule, anyway. But I still wanted to see if you could beat me on your own merit. Fair is fair, after all.”

“I should’ve realized you were playing games all along. But, you know,” she says, giving me a mischievous smile. “You still need to uphold your end of the bargain regardless.”

“Come again?”

She raises a brow, gesturing toward my boxers.

“Ah, come on,” I say, reluctant to give in to her request.

She folds her arms across her chest and mocks, “Fair is fair, after all.”

With a sigh, I loop my fingers through the elastic waistband and pull my boxers clean off. My cock, thick and heavy between my legs, springs free. She lets her eyes roam across my body, slowly, without shame, licking her lips as they land directly on my prized possession.

“You look hungry,” I tease.

“I am,” she says, her voice sultry and confident. With a daring glint in her eyes, she grips my growing erection, her fingers wrapping around me as she slowly strokes her way to the base.

The heat of her touch sends a wave of pleasure coursing through me, and I grow thicker, harder, in the palm of her hand. She’s teasing me, her movements deliberate and slow, her gaze never leaving mine.

Without another word between us, she maneuvers herself onto her knees and sucks me between her lips, shocking the hell out of me. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth sets my senses on fire, and I let out a low groan.

Her tongue swirls around my shaft, teasing and tormenting, before her lips envelop me once more. She bobs her head, taking me deeper with each movement, and the tension builds and builds until it threatens to break.

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