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Anything

W hat a word: anything. By its very nature, it encompassed everything in existence. But most of the time, it still came with restrictions. You can do anything, be anything you want to be, have anything. Before most kids left grade school, they understood the limitations of that word, that “anything” didn’t really mean anything. Because they, like everyone else, lived in a world filled with restrictions. Gravity, time, responsibilities, and, for more people than not, wealth.

Nevertheless, the word anything was still capable of eliciting excitement—some anticipation, some hope, at the very least. There might always be an unspoken qualifier or two in there, but it was still a word that was used for a purpose. To remove a lot of other restrictions. You can have anything you want. In a store filled with candy, when you usually could only get one or two things, six or seven might now be allowed. At a county fair, all the cotton candy you could stomach, all the face paint that could fit onto your skin, and all rides you could think of riding—and that was when all that cotton candy you’d scarfed down might impose one of its restrictions on you. Hopefully, not while you were stuck to a wall on the spinning gravity ride.

In Tess William’s living room, “anything” still had restrictions and limitations. Regardless of all that, Liam’s heart raced like whitewater rapids after she offered it to him.

“If you can beat me at chess, you can have anything you want.”

He’d done what Avril had suggested; he’d worked up his courage and brought up the topic of a potential future threeway. Not out of the blue, not right the second he’d embraced her inside her home, but he’d still eventually done it.

And now he knew the way to get it. Rather, he knew of two ways.

He imagined that the first would be a little easier to accomplish.

“I’m not against it,” she’d said, wearing a slight smile after he’d finally brought it up. “So long as it’s treated like a special thing, not a beck and call sort of event. I’d been wondering when you’d finally bring it up. I knew it’d have to happen eventually.”

“Special, like visiting a romantic island chain in a month?”

Her smile had almost imperceptibly grown. “Perhaps.” A pause, then the part about chess. “But if you want to seize destiny in your own hands, there’s another way. You can have anything you want if you can beat me at chess. One free voucher, to be expended at your leisure.”

That was when his heart turned into the Lava Falls. But Tess wasn’t even done yet.

“Each time you beat me.”

That was the part that left him mentally unsteady, wobbling as if he’d gotten drunk off just five additional words.

“I guess I’m going to have to start watching a bunch of chess videos in my free time,” he said.

“If you want to beat me, you’ll need to do more than that,” Tess said, smiling carnivorously. “It’s the only way you’ll be able to claim your prize. If I’m honest, you’ve got a lot of work to do if you want this prize. And I promise you this: I won’t ever throw a match.”

He didn’t doubt it. Indeed, he was more and more confident that Tess had a competitive streak a mile wide. But assuming Liam could eventually take a handful of wins off her, he was happy she was the way she was.

“I wouldn’t want you to,” Liam said. “There’s no victory without any challenge.”

Based on the width of her grin, he knew he’d said the right thing. The kiss that followed swept him into bliss, as did what followed it. When Tess, her soft, moist lips wrapping around his cock, did indeed end Avril’s current lead before twenty-four hours had passed.

7:03.

That was just the start of the day; Tess merely wanted to start with that lascivious activity, keeping Avril’s reign short-lived. Of course, this time also wouldn’t make it a whole week; Avril would drop the time just below the seven-minute mark the following weekend. Closer and closer toward when Fiji would become locked in as the place where he would spend a week vacationing with four indisputably sexy women.