Page 37 of Wanna Play A Game?

“Jesus, dude,” Miles comes out of the bathroom, his hair wet. “I would have opened it for you.” He’s wrapping a towel around his waist. I tilt my head. She’s lying funny on the bed. Suspicion runs through me.

“Did you guys fuck?”

“No,” she growls. Her arms are stretched above her, the morning light tracing across her. I stride up to the bed, and she stiffens. The blanket is only halfway over her.

I see why she’s lying. She’s handcuffed. The room is silent for a second.

That kinky motherfucker.

“So you did fuck?” I crow.

“No, dude.” Miles slips some pants on.

Wait a damn minute. I turn back to her and rip the covers off.

“What the hell?” she cries.

She’s wearing Miles’ shirt.

I let a shit-eating grin take over my face. “Well, well, well. So you did want to play a game.”

Cali’s chest heaves. Her nipples peek out from under the shirt my pup gave her. My dick pulses in excitement. I turn to Miles.

Miles tries to hide it, but I see his smirk. He’s smug. He knows he had her all night, and now she’s wearing his shirt against my rules.

He needs to be reminded of who’s in charge here. He’s getting too big a head, playing savior.

“Miley…” I growl. “Hands and knees. Now.”

Miles rolls his eyes at me. It makes my dick fully hard. Fuck, he’s playing with me right now. He knows he pissed me off.

I growl, “You’re gonna show bunny here how to take it like a good pet.”

Miles stands by the windows, arms crossed. He still has no shirt on, showing off all his toned muscles and dark tattoos.

He smirks at me. “Make me, big man.”

I launch at him.

There’s a gasp from the bed.

Miles darts toward me to close the distance, going low to get my legs. I sprawl out over his back as he tries to knock my feet out from under me. I allow it, crushing him with my weight. Miles has learned some martial arts in the military, but I took classes for years. Miles always goes full tilt at the beginning and wears himself out early.

We roll around together for a bit, him trying hard to get the upper hand. I flow with him until he’s panting. Then I get Miles in a hold that forces him to roll over on his stomach. He grunts in pain.

I glance up. Cali watches with big eyes.

“Your girl is watching you submit, pup. What do you think of that?”

Miles groans, half in pain, half aroused. He grunts, “She’s probably hoping you don’t pull that small dick out.”

A thrill runs through me, and I laugh, yanking his pants down while holding him down. I keep my hold tight. I know damn well if I let him go now, he’ll try and flip me.

“Stay down, pup,” I hiss. “You think I should show her how small it is?”

I get my own pants down. My dick is so hard it aches. It springs free, and Miles shudders. He knows damn well how big it is.

“Who’s in charge, Miley?”