Page 53 of The Games We Play (Balance of Power #3)

NAOMI

O ur pace as we exit the prison doors into the parking lot is walked with much more purpose than when we went in.

The feeling is completely different, too.

There was always a sensation of dread, fear, and heaviness when it came to my thoughts about Nathan.

Like that night would always be something I wore like a noose-fitted scarf around my neck for the rest of my life.

And for years, everyone told me the only way to move on was to let go and forgive.

I was pushing myself to try to do that, but I realize now how much my heart fought me back on that. And for good reason. Because Nathan doesn’t deserve that mercy.

That acceptance is providence.

For the first time ever, I feel like I’m floating. That night isn’t sitting like a rock in my stomach or hovering like a dark cloud over my head anymore.

There is so much relief dying to express itself. I want to laugh and twirl like a twelve-year-old little girl through this parking lot.

But, due to the current situation, that would make me look like a psychotic Harley Quinn, so instead, I keep my stride with Seamus, holding back a satisfied smile because I know what his Plan B is. Although I don’t have any guilt or shame over that idea anymore, it’s still concerning.

What the actual plan is, I have no idea. I just know it involves the well-earned death of Nathan Simmons. And where I had reservations about what was going to happen to Nathan, now I am concerned about what might happen to Seamus.

He rounds the front of the truck and opens my door, waiting for me to step in. He’s focused on our surroundings, and as he glances around, I take a moment to really appraise him.

His dark hair falls with a slight wave, feathering just above his ear and rests in a perfectly straight line at the nape of his neck.

His midnight orbs are the same shade as the deepest parts of the ocean, but where there has always been a lustful desire when he looked at me, now there is a vengeance intent.

I find it just as sexy knowing the story behind it.

A shiver runs through my spine as desire courses through my core.

It’s something that Seamus has always managed to bring out in me, like it’s always been him and only him that my body has an uncontrollable sexual craving for.

Something that went into hiding for all those years, but with him I feel safe, like I’m finally allowed to enjoy sex for what it is.

Passion, burning desire, and need.

Grabbing his shirt, I pull him into me and cup my hands around his face.

This is the first time since the day he moved in next door that his jawline hasn’t been smooth. This impromptu trip didn’t allow him to shave this morning, and he looks rugged and slightly out of control.

Wild, determined Seamus is a sight, and I fucking love it.

I’ve spent years trying to forget that night, not only because of what Nathan did to me, but because of how I felt when Seamus never came back .

There was so much resentment and hatred toward a man who had also experienced a loss I had no idea about.

We spent years lost from each other, and I saw the torture in his eyes when he told Nathan I was his. The same type of torture I live with when I think of what was taken from me.

I need him to know I’m his. Then and now.

“Fuck me.” My confident words catch his attention as he peers down at me. His eyes ricochet between my lips, eyes, the truck, the parking lot, the prison, then back to me.

He looks at me questioningly, with both playfulness and concern, but I know he feels as feral as I do.

I can’t help my lopsided grin as I bite my bottom lip and teeter my head back and forth, feeding into the playful side.

“Let’s Roshambo for it.” I lay my fist on my palm and peer up at him with a doe-eyed look.

Instead of matching my stance, he places his hands on his hips and he shakes his head. For a moment, I think he’s going to reject me again, that he doesn’t want to risk getting caught or taking me here.

His head falls forward to his chest as his lips form a thin tight line to avoid that rare smile I love.

When he lifts his head back up to face me, his eyes are dark and feral.

“You always choose paper.”

And before I know it, he’s grabbing me, hoisting my legs around his waist, slamming his lips to mine.

The handle of the truck door clicks open and gravity pulls me back as he sprawls me out on the backseat. He crawls in between my legs, never taking his eyes off mine, using only his foot to pull the door closed behind him.

I glance around the backseat and giggle, seeing his colossal form fill more than half of the air space in the truck, but he expertly maneuvers his hands, unbuckling his belt as he hovers over me .

His abs are on full display as his pants hang low on his waist. The zipper is splayed open at the center, his heavy cock weighted between his legs. The distinct outline of his swollen tip peeks through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.

Jesus, it’s like my very own, all-inclusive, live porno show.

His kiss is desperate as he trails his lips down my neck and over the peaks of my breasts. Tucking his hands into my leggings, he yanks them down, desperate to expose me, like my skin is the oxygen he needs.

I peer back into his darkened eyes, and the dark specks dance with a fire in them. Like he can’t wait another minute to have me, and now there’s no holding back.

It’s the same way Seamus used to look at me, all those nights under the stars. There was more innocence back then, but still a burning desire that neither one of us could extinguish. And I see that hunger again, now with more power and urgency.

I’ve craved this. Craved him.

I’ve been desperate to feel the desire that he pulled from me, that I know now has always been his to control. I need him to take me, claim me like I’m his, because I always have been.

Reaching down between us, he pushes his boxers down and his cock springs free. It bounces between us, hard and erect. Wrapping his fingers around the base, he gives it a languid, long tug. His jaw slacks as precum drips from the tip, landing on the lace fabric of my already soaked panties.

Using his fingertip to swipe up his arousal, he presses it to my mouth, pulling down on my bottom lip as he caresses his finger over my tongue.

“Suck.” His voice is demanding for only a moment until he loses his breath when I wrap my lips around his finger, lapping up the precum laced tip.

Hissing, he pulls back, using the same finger to pull my panties to the side as he swipes his thumb up my center, using it to coat himself .

“See how easily I lose control with you?” Stroking his cock with my arousal, another bead of precum falls. This time, the sticky liquid holds his crown as the other end lands between the crevice of my lips, connecting us. Like it was always meant to be.

Seamus leans forward, tapping his swollen tip at my clit, and I gasp at the sensation.

My pussy is already soaked and dripping. The wet slap of his cock echoes between us, mixing with the untamed moans coming from both of us, making our own personal soundtrack of sex, desire, and unrelenting need.

Pulling his hips back, he lines the tip at my entrance and pushes inside me, going at one controlled, agonizingly even pace. We groan in unison as my back arches at the invasion and it’s like hot wax is poured over every inch of my body.

“Fuck, Mimi.” He pumps into me, his movements exactly what my body was begging him for.

He’s always had a hold on me, and as much as I’ve wanted to deny it, avoid it, and ignore what my heart was screaming for, it’s useless. Loving Seamus is, and will always be, inevitable.

“I’m yours,” I tell him, “I’ve always been yours.”

His chest is flush with mine when he leans into one hand to hold himself up.

Cupping the other around my throat, he pulls me close as our weighted breath mingles with each other.

We’re nose to nose as he forces my eyes to meet his.

The pump of his hips slow to a painful pace, pulling all the way out before pushing back in just as slowly.

I can’t help but whimper, rolling my hips as I try to wrap my legs around his waist. Needing more, craving more. But he’s stronger than me, controlling every inch of his cock that pistons in and out, massaging my walls, teasing me, making me squirm and beg.

“This cock has always been yours, just like this pussy has always been mine.” His words send a full shiver down my entire body, and I clench around him. My eyes squeeze shut, fighting the orgasm that my body so desperately needs.

“Look at me, Mimi.” His voice is soft yet demanding. But I can’t look at him. My body is on the verge of going over the edge, and my heart is ready to explode with it.

There’s too much emotion swirling between us, and I can’t trust myself. I want to tell him I’m sorry. I want to tell him I loved him…that I still love him.

“I…I…” It’s there, on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t. I’m too scared that once I open up to him, once I let go completely, I’ll lose everything just like before.

He pushes himself up, and using only the fingers he has cupping my jaw, he tilts my face up, giving me a better angle to look directly into his eyes.

“I know you don’t want to say it because you’re scared, scared something will happen or I’ll leave. But baby,” he leans closer, pressing his forehead to mine, “the only time you’ll see my back is when I’m shielding you from the pain of this world.”

His eyes claim mine as my orgasm lingers between us. He is holding it back from me with his calculated control. Making me feel a high I’ve never felt.

This encounter with Nathan has brought him to another level. Me coming into his life derailed him, sent him off kilter. That confrontation with Nathan put him right back in the driver’s seat.

“You don’t have to say it, sunshine. I feel it.

” I moan, not just from his words, but his cock that swells inside me.

I feel every ridge as he inches back into me.

“Just like I’ve always felt you, no matter where I was—no matter what I was doing—you were the sun in my day and the stars in my night.

” He places his hand on my chest, feeling the pounding of my beating heart as tears pool at the corners of my eyes.

“It’s always been us,” he whispers as he thrusts into me and he’s no longer holding back.

My body writhes against him as I let go. Giving him both my tears and the orgasm that he’s ripping from me, like he needs them both to survive. I call out his name, a few curses, and beg a little, too, I think. My body and my heart soaring together is a high I never thought I’d have.

“Fuck, Mimi.” His eyes slam shut as his guttural moan echoes around us and his cock pulses inside me—filling me, claiming me. Every inch of my body is so sensitive and I can feel everything. Our pounding hearts, the sweat on our skin, his breath on my neck as he falls on top of me.

Our energy is cohesive now.

What initially tore us apart is bringing us back together.

It makes me feel alive…so fucking alive. And I know he does, too.