Page 58 of Subscriber Wars

My pep talk does little to comfort me. I don’t own a can of Lysol and burning the place down would be in bad taste. I’ll just have to open the windows and possibly go to Rowan’s. Although, I’d prefer not to see him or Maverick right now and have them ask a million questions and give me shit, thinking I finally hooked up with my neighbor.

I gave Maverick so much shit when he started dating Ainsley. He’d, no doubt, jump at the opportunity to return the favor.

“Let’s get this over with,” I tell her in a shitty voice, one I’ll probably regret later once I’ve settled down. But Vee doesn’t seem to mind. Maybe this sucks just as much for her.

“Alright. You sit down first.”

I take a deep breath and follow her directions for the first time and sit amongst the pillows and blankets on my sofa.

“Okay, now lie back. Put your head on the pillow behind you.”

I feel awkward and exposed as she watches my every movement, judging the angles and the way my body is posed for the greatest sex appeal.

“Good,” she praises. “Now put your leg on the coffee table. Keep the other one on the ground and scooch down so your chest is wider.”

I arch a brow. “Scooch?”

She grins. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Scooch.”

I do know what she means. It’s just been a long time since I’ve heard her say it.

When I’m down and looking exactly like she wants me to, she walks over. “Now I’m going to join you, alright?”

My hands flinch as I stare up at her flat and smooth stomach. This is way worse than the kiss. Her chest is flushed and is the only giveaway that she’s nervous too.

“Don’t say it like you’re warning me,” I tell her.

She huffs. “I’m just preparing you.”

“I’m prepared,” I lie. “I knew what I was signing up for.” I also knew I wouldn’t like it, or I’d like it too much, which is even worse.

Valentina sits delicately between my legs and lies back so that her back touches my chest. Her feet follow as she lays them over mine.

I swallow thickly. The position we are in is definitely not one for gaming or one for not getting hard. Each time she takes a breath, I can feel it on my chest as if I’m the one breathing. Her hips are cradled between my legs and my dick does not miss the weight of her body bearing down on us.

“You okay?” she asks after a minute.

I want to shove her off, but I also want to dry hump the shit out of her, so I just stick with “Yeah.”

“Okay. I’m going to hit record now if you’ll start the game. Remember this isn’t about the game, it’s about making playing the game look sexy.”

I nod. Trust me, in this position, there is no way I’ll actually be able to focus on playing. Not with the warmth of her body burning me from the inside out.

Focusing, I turn on the game. I don’t play many video games, but I keep Call of Duty because Rowan likes to play when he comes over. The bastard is too cheap to pay for WIFI, so he comes over here when the silence gets to be too much and he needs a little socialization.

So, seeing how I don’t own many games and Call of Duty is already in the console, I boot it up and turn it on. Vee grabs her controller.

“Do you need me to go over anything with you?” I ask. I mean, I don’t think she will need me to but sometimes she surprises me.

“Nah, I know how to play. Drew and Fenn play this all the time.”

Of course they do, and I’m willing to bet she knows how to play well.

Fuck.

“You’re going to have to put your arms around me,” she says, lying back in my arms.

I take one—no, two—deep breaths and wrap my arms around her with the controller securing my hands in her lap .

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