Page 25 of The Game

“Um…” I cough and hold still as she pats me. “Thank you, I guess.”

She steps back and gasps my forearms to steady me. “Don’t let him use that stupid celibacy pact to push you away.”

“What?” My face must be ten shades brighter as she scrutinizes m

e. Who in the hell is this woman?

She rolls her eyes. “I live with him. Of course, I know about his celibacy pledge. It’s stupid.”

Holy fuck. He lives with someone, and she’s encouraging me to have sex with him? What the fuck? I step back. “Well…”

“Gross, that’s disgusting.” She shudders. “Gunner is my brother. Dani, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Veronica.”

“Oh…” I clutch my chest and search for Gunner. He’s three people back as the wedding party chats with him. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be.” She leans in and grins. “He’s got an entire box of condoms on him somewhere, so enjoy the hell out of him. I don’t want to see him home until morning.” She winks and dismisses me.

O.M.G. My gaze lands on him. He brought a whole box of condoms – for me. He glances over to me, and when he sees Veronica pointing and mouthing, ‘She’s hot,’ he closes his eyes and sighs.

“Veronica.” He pins her in place with a stern look, which appears to have no impact on her.

She hugs him and pats his upper back. “I told her about the surprise in your pocket.”

I groan and wish the ground would open and swallow me.

“Damn it, V.”

“I was afraid you’d chicken out. You need to get laid.”

Gunner’s eyes are round as he glances to his left to see if anyone else is listening to their conversation. He turns back around and glares at her. “I’m so sorry, my sister, is delusional.” He steps back and dismisses her.

“I see.” My eyes travel down his body and land on his pant pocket. Stop it. He probably bought a box of condoms to use on whatever woman catches his eye. Not me.

He moves into my space and leans into my ear. “You want to skip the wedding reception and head straight to my suite?”

His deep voice rolls down my spine, and I’m as turned on as I was in the car. Even though I’ve already had one orgasm, I want more. “God, yes.”

He grabs my hand and laces his fingers through mine. “I can’t wait to sink into your hot pussy.”

“Oh, Lord.” I shudder and stifle a moan. His dirty talk flips a trigger in me I didn’t even know I had. I need to be with him tonight. No matter what tomorrow brings. I swallow, and my heartbeat thuds against my ribs. “I want to run my tongue over your cock and suck it deep into my mouth.”

“Fuck.” His mouth drops slightly open, and his pupils dilate, indicating his appreciation of my words.

Any worries I had about coming off as too aggressive disappear. I want him to be as turned on as I was in the car. I’ve been finger-fucked before, but it never resulted in an orgasm. His skills encourage me to show him I can bring him as much pleasure.

At least, I hope I can. “Do you want me to cup your aching balls as I suck you off?”

Please, don’t be disgusted. I’m taking a huge risk here. My fingers tremble as I wait for his response.

His eyes narrow into slits as he digs his fingers into my back. “I’m going to take you right here if you don’t stop.”

“Please.” I dare him with confidence I can’t explain. Maybe it’s his touch. Or, his sister’s words. Whatever it is, I’m about to lose control. I want Gunner, and I’ll do whatever it takes to have him. Even if it’s only the magic of a wedding and nothing else. I’ll handle the fallout later.

“I want to touch and taste your wet, sweet pussy.”

I run a finger down his chest. “As long as I get to touch and taste all of you.”

“Baby, I’d love nothing more.” He stares at my mouth with an intensity that causes my nipples to pucker and my thighs to be drenched in hot moisture.

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