Page 80 of The Wrong Game

“Oh, is that so?” she asked, smirking. “You’d just let me set up another date like that?”

My jaw clenched. “Uh-huh.”

“Bullshit.” Gemma laughed.

“No, I mean it,” I said. “If you still wanted to take another guy to the next home game, then I’d respectfully bow out. But,” I said, tapping her nose. “You have to give me these next couple of weeks to try to make it so that doesn’t happen.”

“Deal,” she said, and then she crawled on top of me, legs straddling each side. “But, I’ll tell you this…” Gemma leaned down, pressing her lips to mine and leaving them there as she whispered. “You’re already doing a pretty great job, because I’m not thinking of anyone else right now.”

“You haven’t thought about anyone else since the night you met me,” I challenged, gripping her hips and rolling mine into her. “You just didn’t want to admit it.”

“I don’t know,” she said, rolling her body and nipping at my bottom lip. “There was Ben, you know. He wassointeresting… you might have some real competition there.”

I growled, rolling until she was under me, wrists pinned to the pillows as she laughed. “Stop talking about other guys before I lose my damn mind again.”

“Make me,” she challenged, one brow arching.

And so I did.

Gemma

I hadn’t even been awake more than fifteen minutes the next morning before Belle was bursting in through my front door.

“Okay, bitch,” she announced, slipping her spare key back into her purse before she tossed it on my counter. She eyed the contents ofmypurse — which were still scattered all over the granite — before bringing her attention back to where I stood at the coffee pot. “First of all, you’re not allowed to ignore my texts. I don’t care how much fun you’re having. Secondly,” she added, sniffing. “It still smells like sex in here. Coffee can’t cover that, honey. So, spill. I want all the deets.”

I laughed, shaking my head as I leaned one hip against the counter. “Good morning to you, too.”

“Yeah, yeah, good morning,” she said, waving me off. “Let’s skip the pleasantries and get right to the pleasure. Tell me things. How was the dick. Did he eat your pussy like it was a cupcake again?” She leaned her elbows on the counter then, framing her face in her hands. “Oh, my God, please tell me you’re walking funny today.”

I covered my mouth to keep from laughing, letting her continue.

“I hope he wasn’t small. If we went through all that yesterday and he ended up having a micropenis, I might actually cry.”

I was still standing there with one hand over my mouth, smiling beneath it. Belle cocked a brow, letting her hands flop out toward me in awhy aren’t you speakinggesture.

“Well?” she asked. “Did he fuck you silent or what? Tell me things!” But then, her eyes skirted to where the coffee pot was filling beside me, and she frowned. “Wait, why are there three mugs…” Her eyes widened, and she lowered her voice to a whisper as she pointed down at the counter. “Is he still here?”

And as if he was cued from stage right, Zach sauntered into the living room behind where Belle sat at my kitchen bar. He cleared his throat, and Belle sat rigid, eyes wide as he rounded the bar and slipped into the kitchen with me.

Wearing his clothes from the night before.

“Morning, Belle,” he said with a smirk, leaning in to kiss my cheek before he grabbed the coffee pot.

“Morning,” she squeaked out, and she started mouthing something to me as soon as his back was turned, but I couldn’t make any of it out.

“Thanks for the go-go juice,” he said once his to-go mug was full, holding it up to me. Then, he wrapped his free arm around my waist, pulling me into him. His eyes washed over me. “You know, it’s really not fair that you look this amazing in the morning.”

I flushed, leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss him.

“I’ll call you later?” he asked.

“You better.”

He smiled, tapping my nose before heading toward the door. He stopped to gather his wallet and keys off the table. “Oh, and, by the way,” he said, turning toward Belle as he took a sip of his coffee. “I ate her pussy like it was a four-course meal this time.”

A laugh shot out of me, and my face warmed as I buried it in my hands. Through the slits in my fingers, I saw Belle blush a little, too, knowing he’d heard everything she’d said. But she didn’t let embarrassment show for long. Instead, she stood, crossing the room and high-fiving Zach before opening the door for him.

“Atta boy. Now, get out so I can get the dirty details.”