Page 63 of The Game

“I’ve heard that before.” Jenna snorts as two of their three children run between the tables trying to catch Chloe and Rich’s two kids. The space is filled with screeching and laughter with an occasional scraping of chair legs on the cement flooring.

“Don’t get any ideas.” Gunner frowns. “This little man is the ultimate cock block.”

Tony watches the antics of the kids in the main seating area. “Dude, you have no idea. Wait until there are two and then three of them. It’s complete and utter chaos.”

“You told me it was awesome.” Gunner glares at him.

Behind us, a large crash occurs. I spin around to see a chair lying on the floor and a wide-eyed Marissa. Then, her bottom lip pokes out, and she wails.

“Yes. Making babies is fantastic. Watching them afterward and trying to keep them alive.” He shakes his head. “That’s a shitshow. How in the hell they don’t kill themselves is a complete mystery.” He snatches up Marissa and pats her on the back.

“Bullshit.” Jenna rolls her eyes. “You love being the king of the castle.” She walks over to Gunner and wraps her arm around his waist. “Don’t let him fool you. He gets plenty of sex.”

“Define plenty.” He grins and winks at her. His eyes light up as he tickles his oldest daughter. They finally managed to have a son on their third try.

“Daddy, you are the best.” She smacks a wet kiss on his lips.

Chloe wraps her arms around my shoulders. “Don’t freak out. Everything’s going to be fine.” Chloe and I have become close over the last couple of years. She’s one of the sweetest women I’ve ever met, and she bakes a killer cupcake.

I shake my head. “I don’t know.”

Rich gives me a pointed stare. “Well, dear, you can’t exactly take it back.”

“I know.” They’re helping me plan a surprise for Gunner, and I’m a little anxious about his reaction. He might not be as happy as I am. I gnaw on my bottom lip.

“What’s going on?” Gunner nuzzles Zack’s neck and then sits him down; he giggles and toddles over to the others. He’s the most gorgeous combination of the two of us.

Gunner’s pouting about Zack’s interference in our sex life, but he worships the ground our son walks on. Zack whimpers. Gunner’s there. Zack cries. Gunner’s frantic. Zack laughs. Gunner throws a celebration.

Rich places his hands to his mouth like a megaphone, “Kids, be careful.”

The kids respond with a mixture of, “Yes, Daddy, and Uncle Rich.”

“Nothing’s going on.” I grab the white package off the counter and eye the wicker basket. Please, be excited. I’m about to amp up our role-playing Chloe and Rich style. And inside is a special treat for Gunner. If it doesn’t disappoint him.

Three hours later, after Zack’s soundly asleep in his bed, I sit the package and basket on the coffee table.

Gunner’s stretched out on the sofa with his feet next to the basket. “So, what’s all the subterfuge about?”

I rip open the package. At least this part of the surprise will please the hell out of him.

The silken red material is soft against my fingers. I hold up the little red riding hood costume and the black crotchless net stockings.

He whistles and pats the cushion next to him. “That’s hot.”

“Do you think it will look good on me?” I put it up to my chest. The top dips down enough, I’ll be lucky if my nipples aren’t showing. Not that it matters. It’s designed for his eyes only.

“Yes. I know it will.” He grabs my hand and pulls me down to his lap. “You’ll look even better out of it. After.”

I lick my lips and grind my sex against his lengthening erection. “After?”

“Definitely.” He holds the stockings between his thumb and index finger. “The first time I want you wearing the whole thing as I take you from behind.”

“Fuck. That sounds delicious.” I groan and claim his mouth. His hands massage my ass as his tongue strokes deep into my depths. God, he makes me ache.

Several minutes pass, and I finally pull back. I need to tell him all the surprises before I can only moan and plead for him to bring me to the brink. “I’ve got something else for you, but I’m a little worried about how you’re going to respond.”

“What?” His forehead wrinkles as if he’s concerned about my potential revelation.

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