Page 27 of BuK
“Not like these, but we have games that are similar.”
“Okay, well I’m sure you didn’t miss the title, and because I’m not all that good at remembering the rules, this is how it’s gonna work. Technically, we should be playing this game with money or chips, but we’re playing with clothing. Whichever person loses must take off a piece of clothing.”
“Is that why you have so many layers on?”
“Yes, because my odds of winning anything are rare and never in my favor, so I needed some extra padding.”
“You know, if you wanted to get naked, all you had to do was ask.”
“I’m glad you were ready to take one for the team but this will be fun, I promise. I’ll even give you a minute to go put a few layers on if you want.”
“No, the quicker the better in my mind.”
“First, let me tell you what all these symbols on the cards mean. There are four suits: see the little hearts on the top? Then there are spades, clubs, and diamonds. The rest of these are face cards. You know what? Never mind, let’s just play a couple rounds until you get the hang of it. We will play War first, so you can figure out what each one of these cards means.
Splitting the deck, BuK just looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, and I can’t help but laugh when he tries to hold all the cards in his hand. “No, silly, let me show you. I’m going to lay a card down, then you pick one up and lay it down beside mine and then we’ll see who has the highest.”
I lay down a two, and he lays down a queen. “See, your card is worth more than mine. You win that round.” We play through the deck, and my luck runs true as I only win three out of twenty-plus cards.
“What is the name of this game?”
“War.”
“Seems a harsh name for such a simple game.”
“Technically, you’re supposed to play it by flipping the cards super-fast, but we’re just learning. And to be honest, I suck at most games. I always teased people not to pick me for their team, as my brain is too scattered to play effectively. How aboutwe make this one our own? For every three hands someone wins, the other loses a piece of clothing. It will be war with a twist.” I laugh when BuK lays his first card down on the table, and it’s a King. “I see you’re starting off strong.”
“You have three layers on, so I will have to win every hand in order to see even a little skin.”
Before we even get through the first round, I’ve already lost both pairs of socks and one pair of pants. In comparison, BuK has lost a boot.
He smiles before shuffling the cards. “This round skin is a guarantee.”
“Awfully confident, aren’t ya?”
“You see, there is this little female I really like, and every time I get her in my arms, something interrupts us. So, this time I plan to take my time and enjoy myself.”
“Are you now? Does she not have a say in this endeavor of yours?” This confident BuK is not someone I’ve encountered before, and by the look he’s giving me, I have to fan my face because I know my cheeks are blood red.
“Play the game, Briar. After all, this was your idea.”
He wins the next three hands and then motions his hand toward my body. I stand up and shimmy out of my pants, now standing in front of him in just my panties and a sweatshirt. His eyes flash bright as he looks up and down my legs, and I can’t help but smile when he starts squirming as he readjusts himself.
Three more hands, and now for the hard decision: panties or the shirt, since I don’t have a bra on? Hoping to distract him, I reach for the hem and pull it up and over my head, only to hear him letout a hiss. When he reaches for me, I smack his fingers playfully. “Nope, no touchy. You stay on your side and behave. This game’s not over.”
“You expect me to simply sit here and just look at you?”
“Yup, play your cards.”
Because he’s distracted now, he’s not paying attention and just laying cards down, so the next hand goes to me. “Hah! Take that, boobs for the win in the final round!” Holding my winning hand up, I wave the cards around. “That’s your last piece of clothing, mister.I WIN!”
BuK stands up, and that’s when I realize I probably should have let him win, as he slowly unbuttons his pants. I barely notice them falling to the floor because my eyes are locked on the monster he’s casually stroking in front of me. It’s darker than the rest of his skin, long with a large mushroom head, but it’s the girth that really has me worried. I crawl back away from him as he steps over the crate we were using as a makeshift table.
“BuK, honey, that thing sure is beautiful, but I don’t think it was meant for human girls. Don’t ask me how I missed it before, but there’s no way that’s going to fit inside me.”
“Briar, stop talking.” Before I can say another word because suddenly, and of course I now have plenty to say, he lifts me up, carefully setting me on the bed before laying down beside me. His fingers trace the line of my collarbone, and my skin heats beneath his touch.
When BuK kisses me, all my lingering nerves dissolve. His mouth moves against mine with careful passion, his hands framing my face like I’m something precious. The kiss deepens slowly, and I lose myself in the slide of our tongues. His handsgrow possessive as he roams my body, tracing patterns across my ribs and mapping the curve of my waist. He stops at my panties then growls, “If you want to keep these, you had better take them off.”
