Page 15 of The Games We Play (Balance of Power #3)

Shane’s jaw is slacked as he watches himself continue to jerk Wes off, moving his hand from base to tip. He palms the thick, pink crown using the precum as lubricant that leaks from the tip.

Wes’ breath is unsteady as inaudible sounds cast out from his throat. Unable to hold back, he groans, swears under his breath, and finally forces his head upright even though his eyes are still screwed shut.

“Look at me, Wes,” Shane whispers.

Wes shakes his head, so subtle it would be easy to miss.

“Look. At. Me,” Shane repeats in a whisper as he leans in closer. Wes’ head snaps over to him. A look crosses over Shane’s face that I can’t read as his tempo changes, going wilder as he loses himself in the action.

Wes’ eyes widen before he screws up his face, a low whine, a hidden whimper then he fails to hide a grunt that rolls into a series of moans and curses. Ropes of cum spurt out of the tip as he pumps his hips, staring at Shane through his entire release.

There is a long, awkward stillness in the room. Even the air is dense and unmoving.

“Dudeeee.” Nathan elongates the word, breaking the silence.

Wes blinks out his daze and looks around the room in dumbfounded shock, then back to Shane.

A brief look of shame crosses his face before he catches it, and his typical smug face returns as he tucks himself back into his pants.

Pulling off his hoodie, he uses it as a towel as he cleans himself up.

Shane sits like an ice sculpture next to him, staring at his hand that is drenched with Wes’ cum.

Wes tosses the dirty hoodie at him. “Thanks, buddy.” He pats him on the shoulder and stands up laughing, trying to play off everything that just happened.

“Who’s next?” he asks, taking a swig of water.

I look at the table and realize, it’s me. I’m up next and I want to throw the goddamn bottle against the wall, shattering it to a million pieces, and just stop the game. But I’m the last person and the only one who hasn’t spun yet.

I want nothing more than to just walk out of here.

I don’t owe these people anything. I’ve been here for twenty-four hours and don’t know anyone.

I could do that and spend the next two weeks by myself, not caring what they think of me.

But when I look over at Mimi, the shame blanketed over her feeds my desire to keep going.

I don’t want to leave her alone in what she’s done or make her feel even worse by leaving.

I keep my gaze on Mimi, watching her breath stall as I pull out one from the green jar.

Against a tree.

The awkwardness in the room finally starts to fade now that the attention is on me.

Still not diverting my gaze from Mimi, even though she still hasn’t bothered to look my way, her breath hitches as I pull from the red jar.

I unfold it and I can’t help but spit out. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Make your partner come.

“Who the fuck wrote this?” My voice is laced with irritation. I throw the paper down on the table as people squeeze in to read it. Mimi’s eyes widen as she realizes what is written and she palms her face, covering her mouth.

“Remember, girl, guy, or otherwise, you have to follow through,” Nathan reminds everyone with a sinister smile as he pats Wes on the back, like he’s some champion hero for following through with his dare.

God, he’s such a dick. He’s completely unfazed by what just happened.

Mimi finally looks up, her eyes are drowning in guilt. The corner of her brows are pinched together, almost as if she’s in pain for me .

I can’t find myself being mad at her, so I wiggle my eyebrows and give her a tight lopsided smile, attempting to relax us both.

Grabbing the bottle, I flick my wrist and turn the bottle. The empty glass spins over the wood panel of the table, and the patterned sound taunts everyone in the circle. It’s deathly quiet as it begins to slow and the kneading sound of glass on wood fades.

Mimi’s mouth drops open and my eyes flicker down to the bottle that’s pointed directly at her.

As her eyes meet mine, I remain impassive and expressionless.

I’m stoked it didn’t land on someone else, but the worry in Mimi’s face has me on full alert.

We have to do this outside against a tree that everyone will witness.

“Oh come the fuck on!” Nathan yells, stomping his foot like a three-year-old.

I stand and hold out my hand to her.

She slides hers in mine and I guide her up. We head toward the front door, closing it behind us as loud shuffling and a couple verbal snips muffle behind it.

My jaw is clenched as I recall when she was walking to the bathroom with Shane, and an inferno begins to light deep inside me.

“Did he hurt you?” I ask, generic as hell, but I can’t seem to say anything more specific.

“Who?” She cranes her next to look at me. “Shane?”

Clenching harder, I nod.

She giggles, actually giggles, then shakes her head.

“No. God, no. He’s…” She pauses looking over her shoulder at the cabin. “He’s a really good friend of mine. We just faked it.”

The tension in my face releases and I can’t help but smile.

She glances up at the monstrous redwood tree and I study the lines of her smooth skin between her jaw and collarbone. She swallows thickly as I see the muscles of her throat constrict .

I step toward her as she turns around, leaning up against the bark.

I place my arms on either side of her head, caging her in entirely so they see as little of her as possible.

“Well, now that you’ve got me here, what are you going to do with me?” she says, playfully, assumably trying to make this whole situation less awkward.

“I’m going to pin you up against this tree. Put my hand down the front of your pants, and pretend like I’m touching you. You have to fake it…again.”

She snaps a quizzitive look back at me.

“You don’t want to…I mean…” She tucks a stray strand behind her ear as she shifts her weight between her feet.

“You don’t want to do things to me?” she finally asks.

I huff out a chuckle and move closer to her.

“Oh I do.”

I lean in even closer.

“You have no idea how much I want to do things to you.”

She swallows audibly.

I intertwine my fingers in hers, stroking the channels in between them, giving us a sense of calm we both need as I stare into those gorgeous, almond-shaped eyes. They’re dark with need, mirroring my own.

Getting turned on by the events of the night was inevitable, but Mimi staring back at me, my body inches from hers, with lust-filled eyes have me feral in a way I’ve never felt before.

I look between her lips and eyes, then peer over at the cabin. The window panes are full to the brim of everyone's faces, trying to squeeze in for a view of us.

I turn back to look at Mimi.

“I’m going to kiss you. But not here. Not in front of them. Because it’s all I’ve thought about since we met and they can’t have it. That’s going to be mine, and mine alone.” Her breath hitches at my confession .

I circle my hand around her wrists and bring her hands over her head, pinning her to the tree just like I promised.

I lower my head into the nook of her neck and she throws her head back, giving me easy access to the soft skin of her neck.

If rainbows and butterflies had a scent, she would be it. Like sunshine after the rain and the perfect spring day.

Unbuttoning the front of her pants, I ask, “Is this okay?” I shift my hips away from Mimi’s body so she can’t feel my dick growing impossibly hard.

“Yes,” she replies, breathlessly.

Dipping my hand into the front, I realize I’m not going to be able to avoid touching her without it being obvious what we’re doing.

I take a step to the right, concealing her body from everyone else, then appear to drop my hand further between her legs.

My body skims up against hers with the movement, and her eyes widen as she peeks down at my hand, then back up.

“You’re hard.” Her tone is both surprised and curious.

I can’t help but chuckle that she is surprised by this.

“How could I not be?” I lean back into her, this time pressing my lips against her neck. My hips roll against her on instinct.

She moans, then whispers my fucking name, making my cock twitch like it’s never heard a better sound in its life.

“Touch me, please.”

What the fuck? I lift my gaze to meet hers. My cock jerks this time harder and I can feel the knowing sensation of precum leak out of the tip.

I’ve only ever done this once before, and I wasn’t even really interested in the girl. It happened at some random house party I was at. I had no idea what I was doing. I was turned on because of the action and everything that was happening, not because of the girl.

Mimi has both my mind and body reeling, and I honestly have no idea how I’m still in control of either at the moment .

I look back over my shoulder at the cabin window, then back at Mimi. She’s biting her bottom lip, desire filled in her gorgeous eyes. She implores further. “Please.”

“Jesus.” I dip my hand into the front of her panties as my middle finger trails down her center. Wetness engulfs my fingers and the pad of my fingertip grazes the peak of her clit.

“Holy shit. You’re so wet.”

She gasps, bucking her hips into my hand as her leg rubs my impossibly hard cock.

My eyes roam her tormented face. Her parted lips and pinched brows give away her desire as her chest heaves and hips roll into mine. I look at my hand dipped inside her pants and move my finger back and forth. She throws her head back against the bark with a loud moan.

I can’t help but lean into her. My cock needs to feel something more as I rub my body against hers. “Seamus.” She says my name like a prayer and my dick, with no guidance from any part of my brain, convulses uncontrollably.

“Fuck,” I spit out. My teeth bite softly into her neck and I grunt.

My climax hits me and I moan loudly in her ear.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

My cock pulses multiple times. I groan and pump my hips through each one because I’ve lost all power over my traitorous dick.

The warm liquid spills over my cock, coating the inside of my underwear and I’ve completely drenched myself.

I just fucking prematurely ejaculated. In. My. Pants.

I stay completely still and I know Mimi knows. Her body is completely frozen and she’s still holding her breath.

“Oh my God,” I can’t help but mutter. “Shit.”

I am never going to live this down. Everything is moving a million miles an hour in my head.

I’m ashamed I couldn’t control myself in front of Mimi, and even more embarrassed this happened in front of everyone.

The moment I step back and they see the tent in my pants and the overly saturated wet spot on the front, I’ll be the laughing stock of the entire camp for the next two weeks.

My eyes slowly side-eye to her as I lift my head just enough to inspect the shock on her face. Although she looks surprised, there’s only a smirk to her lips and a playfulness in her eyes.

Everyone else probably doesn't know what just happened, but I do and Mimi sure the hell does. But the moment I step away, everyone will figure it out. Not only did I come in my pants, but I didn’t get her off, either.

I need to get the fuck out of here.

I glance around, trying not to make my movements too sudden, as I attempt to find an escape route.

Suddenly, Mimi begins to buck her hips and groans loudly, surprising me and waking my unreliable, traitor dick back up. “Oh, God.” She bucks her hips into my hand. “I’m coming,” she gasps, followed by more moaning.

My mouth is slacked open as I come to the realization of what she is doing.

She lifts her head back up, a smirk on full display with lust in her eyes after putting on that Oscar worthy performance. She stands to her full height and I release my grip on her wrists pulling my other hand out of her pants.

Still in shock, I step back, but she grabs my shirt and pulls me into her, whispering in my ear.

“Mimi, two. Seamus, zero.”

Oh, this brat.

She smiles, leans into me, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek as she buttons up her pants.

I watch her and she saunters back toward the cabin with everyone scattering out of the window with a few hollering and cheering like a bunch of idiots, and I’m beyond thankful for the humiliation she just saved me from.