Page 36 of The Games We Play (Balance of Power #3)

I tell myself to hold back as her walls contract around me. I have to pull out. Fuck, her pussy is like a vise around my cock, and I grunt out as I feel my orgasm coming.

I thrust twice more, my cock jerking, before her legs loosen their grip. My orgasm hits me as I push back and finally pull out, cum already dripping from the tip.

Wrapping my hands around my cock, I stroke myself through my orgasm, grunting as I watch the ropes of white cum paint her stomach, pussy, and the blanket we’re laying on.

I didn’t mean to do that, but I couldn’t pull any further away so I just literally came all over her.

She looks down at herself, mouth dropped open, then peers back up at me.

“I’m…sorry. I remembered right before I came that we didn’t use a condom. I fucked up.” I sit back on my heels in defeat. My body high from my orgasm but freaked the fuck out about, one; not using a condom and two; I just used her body like a cum rag.

She laughs. She fucking laughs.

“I can’t believe you did that.” Still giggling, her arms are splayed out like she just got doused in slime. Which isn’t entirely far off.

“Is this funny?” I ask, laughing too as I grab my boxers, using them to wipe her off. It’s the only article of clothing that we can spare without missing clothes when we get back to our cabins.

“I should have said something, too, but I was so worked up. Thank you for pulling out,” she shyly admits as she starts to dress.

I still feel horrible. But she’s right, At least I pulled out.

I grab my clothes and start to dress quickly. I have no idea how much time has passed—or, frankly, what planet I’m on— so I’m surprised when I glance around and the lights from the main hall are all off.

She bends forward slipping on her underwear, but pauses as she looks out into the distance.

“Oh my God. I see him.” She’s tilting her head slightly to the right.

“See who?” I ask, ducking behind the bush as I grab her arm to bring her with me, looking around for someone who might be headed our way.

“No. Silly. Orion.” She whispers his name in amazement, then points to exactly where my old friend lives in the sky.

Standing to my full height, I smile as I pull her into me. Wrapping my arms around her body, I kiss the top of her head.

“We only have two more days,” I say, as reality hits me again.

“Let’s make the best of it,” she replies as she turns to face me.

Her arms wrap around my shoulders as mine wrap around her waist. Dipping my forehead to hers, I wonder how she was able to work her way into my heart so quickly, branding herself there so easily.

“Is this what love feels like?” she whispers, unsure and vulnerable.

I crook my finger and lift her chin to look at me as I grow a smile I can’t hold back. “I think so.”

I kiss her like I’ll never be able to do it again, because I’m terrified.

Terrified to think after two days I won’t have this same feeling.

The one where my heart beats faster the moment I see her, the feeling of pure adrenaline whenever I just hear her voice.

The sensation of complete happiness when I see her smiling.

Finally pulling apart, I finish buttoning up my shirt as she begins to step into her dress. She pauses, leans down, and squints as she looks past me.

I turn around and see two camp leaders with flashlights heading where the guys’ cabins are.

“Shit.” I duck behind my go-to bush and flail my arm out to barricade her behind me.

“Go, Seamus. You have to go.” She tries to push me out on the side of the bush. “Go around the backside.”

She’s right.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say as I cup both my hands around her cheeks and kiss her hard before letting go. I race toward the bushes, giving her a quick glance back, still beaming a wide smile, then bolt over to the cabins.

Sneaking in the backdoor, I enter through the showers and crouch down through the doorway until I’m able to jump into my bunk.

I tuck myself in under the blanket, knowing the camp leaders are making rounds and I don’t have time to change into anything else.

I’m still riding my Mimi high, wondering how the hell I got so lucky that she picked me. In two weeks, she’s taken my sour outlook on life and given me a hope I never knew existed.

The cabin of our sleeping quarters' front door creaks open, and I see a camp leader and the camp counselor walk through it. One turns off their flashlight while the other covers it to give just enough light to look around the room.

Shit! I duck further down under my blankets to hide. My thoughts wander in a million different directions. Did they find Mimi? Are they looking for me?

My eyes are half covered, so I don’t see anyone before they tap on the side of the bed. I peek over the blanket, pretending to have been sleeping, I blink heavily as I open my eyes.

“Seamus, you need to get up. Please come with us.” Their tone isn’t demanding or harsh, like I’m in trouble for something. It’s…soft…concerning.

“Why?” I ask, pushing up onto my elbows. “What’s going on?”

“Your mom’s in the hospital. It’s time to go home.”