Page 53 of Wicked Games

He blinks at me.

“Old boyfriend? Fuck buddy?”

“No, god no. He was?—”

“Who was he?” I prompt when he doesn’t continue.

“No one. I mean, yes, he was an old fuck buddy, but he’s no one.”

I put the tablet on the table and stand. “Liar.”

He rolls his eyes and gives me a look that’s way too sassy for someone who crawled into my bed and called me by another man’s name while pressing his naked body on mine.

“Tell me who he is.”

“Don’t make me say it,” he groans.

“Say what?”

“Say what?” I repeat when he just shakes his head, his cheeks pink with a blush.

“Teddy was my teddy bear,” he mumbles.

Silence stretches between us.

“Are you shitting me?” I can’t stop my grin. “You thought I was your childhood teddy bear, andthat’swhy you invaded my bed and slept on top of me.”

He groans and covers his face with his hands. “Please tell me you’re being hyperbolic, and I just slept with you. I mean, next to you.” He lifts his head and shoots me a desperate look.

“Nope.” I sit on the edge of the bed. “You insisted on sleeping on top of me like a Felix-shaped blanket.”

He lets out a dramatic groan and looks up at the ceiling like he’s asking for some divine intervention or for a lightning bolt to strike him down and end this conversation.

I laugh again. This is some of the funniest shit I’ve ever heard.

“Of fucking course I did,” he grumbles.

He freezes, then his eyes widen, and he pulls the covers up and looks at his lap. “Kill me,” he groans and drops the blankets. “Just kill me now.”

“Don’t freak out, little brother.” I pat his thigh. “Morning wood isn’t anything to be embarrassed about. Neither is how you tried to rub off on me in the wee hours of the morning.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “No, you’re lying.”

“Nope.” I make sure to pop thePsound just to be annoying. “It was right after dawn. That was a fun way to wake up. Different kind of cock than you find on a farm, but still effective.”

“Is that all I did?” He winces, like he’s getting it out of the way preemptively.

“Are you asking if you blew your load all over me?” I pat his leg again. “No. You didn’t.”

“Thank fuck,” he says on an exhale.

“You were really into it,” I continue. Might as well fuck with him a bit. “Kept moaning and making these little sounds like when you were choking on my dick.”

He swallows and stares at me with wide eyes.

“Do you remember that? How eager you were? How much you loved having my cock in your mouth?”

He doesn’t say anything, but the heat in his eyes and the way the bulge in the sheets grows tells me everything I need to know.

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