Page 52 of Their Dangerous Game
“Hey.” She sits at her desk. “Just finished dinner. Where is everyone else?”
I shrug. “I just got here. Luke passed by in a towel, but I’m not sure if he was coming out of the shower or heading in.”
Her gaze shifts to his room on her screen and she shrugs. “Any new torture for tonight?”
“Not that I know of.” I lean back in my chair. “Unless you consider having kissed you only once torture.”
A smile tugs at her lips before she wipes it away. “Are you saying kissing me was torture?”
“Not even for a second, kitten.” I look toward my door. Dinner with my parents was torture though. It would be easier if they just divorced and found new partners who make them happy. Instead, they play this game of marriage chicken. Neither of them happy but wanting the other to decide to be the failure.
“Are you okay?” She frowns slightly at me.
“Worried about me?” I raise an eyebrow. I saw the way she looked at Caden today. Our girl is a natural nurturer. None of us has anyone to take care of us. Yeah, some of us have mothers, but ours aren’t the nurturing kind. With the exception of Jack’s dad, who stepped up to take care of Jack’s little sister when she was born.
We all have each other’s backs, but it isn’t quite the same as having someone care for you.
She stiffens a little. “Wouldn’t want you to take out your aggression on me.”
I lean in and lower my voice. “Do you want me to, kitten? Take out my aggression on you? Show you exactly how it feels to have me take you?”
She catches her lip in her teeth.
“Last warning, kitten. Don’t bite your lip again. Or I’ll see to your punishment personally.” I have plenty of ideas for our girl. Not all I want to share with the guys. We haven’t discussed alone time with Harper yet.
Luke probably worries about our ability to control ourselves around her. He should. Our girl is hot as fuck and now she’s not afraid to show it. Today she showed off that tight little body of hers at school. If she’d shown up in that the day before, we might have had some guys willing to fight us for her.
She releases her lip and pouts. “I didn’t even know I did that. You’d punish me for something I didn’t realize I was doing?”
“You’re lucky we don’t punish you for being a tease.”
That has her sputtering. “What? When? I never?—”
“You enjoyed grinding against each of our cocks today. Didn’t you, kitten? Did you think we couldn’t smell how aroused you were?”
She flushes a pretty shade of pink and glances over her shoulder at her door.
“If you don’t want your mother to hear, put on some headphones, but if you mute us, you’ll be punished.”
Her eyes flash in anger, but she says, “Fine.”
“First.” I draw her attention back to me. “Take off that shirt. It does nothing for you.”
Her eyes narrow and her cheeks flush red. I don’t think it’s embarrassment this time.
“That’s an order, kitten. It’s not like I didn’t get a good look last night.” I smirk at her, knowing it will piss her off a little more. I like our girl angry and spitting.
She stands and backs away from the camera so she’s in view. She flips me off and then pulls her shirt off over her head. I should punish her for flipping me off, but then she might not let me see her angry.
Fuck me. The bra she wears is sheer lace. I can see her rosy nipples trying to poke through it.
“Happy?” She holds her arms out.
I raise my eyebrow at her sass. She definitely could use another spanking.
“Definitely happier.” Jack’s voice comes over the speaker. “Damn, sweetheart, were you wearing that all day?”
Her cheeks flush from embarrassment this time and she turns her back to go to her dresser. The shorts she wears are practically booty shorts. I’m tempted to tell her to pull them down and let me see the bruises I know I left on her hips, but she hasn’t earned a punishment. Yet.
