Page 66 of Their Dangerous Game
“Maybe we can have a dance-off once I’m not grounded anymore.” I give him a small smile and don’t look at Luke. He’s the one who would force the issue. He’s the one who pushes a little harder than the others.
“It’s a date, sweetheart.” Jack winks again before he pulls up another class video where we’re goofing off. By the end of class, most of us usually stripped down to shorts and sports bras because of the heat. In the video, we’re working on a hip-hop routine and Kenz and I are messing around.
It feels more awkward and intimate than when they stripped me naked. At least then I knew they were watching. This is pastme who hid from them and flew so far under the radar that I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t know my name.
I’m not sure where Jack found the videos or who he stole them from. I should ask Kenz what she has on her phone. It’s probably too late if Jack already got it from her.
Caden is still watching, but Luke seems to be working on his homework. Eli alternates between watching and working on his own homework. I can’t see Jack. I pick up my book and start reading again.
This is going to come back and bite me. Not now, but it will come up again.
Harper’s Phone
Me:
Do you have old dance videos on your computer or phone?
Kenz:
Yeah, why?
Me:
You might want to update your security
Kenz:
Shit
Me:
Yup
CHAPTER 20
The Tactical Retreat
Luke
It’s the middle of the night and I still can’t sleep. I’ve gone and jerked off twice with visions of Harper’s red lips and tight body in my mind. The way she moved in those videos makes me want her even more.
She’s sleeping and so are the rest of them. I have her screen enlarged to watch her. Like some fucking creep. Of course, it would be worse if she wasn’t aware of us watching.
She moans lightly in her sleep and turns her face toward me.
I’m obsessed.
I can’t help it. She’s in my dreams and constantly on my mind. It’s what the guys worry about. That I’ll push us too far too fast. That I’ll end up hurting her because of it.
Broken toys aren’t as fun.
Harper doesn’t know I’m hanging by a thread. My whole life is about control. I can control this like every other aspect of my life. Like I’ve been taught to do.
She gasps lightly in her sleep, and I wonder what she’s dreaming about. Her lips part. Fuck, I could spend days kissing those lips. Among other things.
“Luke,” she moans. My name on her lips makes me hard again. Is she having a sex dream about me?
Her eyes are still closed and she shifts in the bed again. Needy little whimpers come from deep inside her. Whatever she’s dreaming must be a pretty good dream. She inhales sharply and wakes up.
