Page 83 of Wanna Play A Game?

Sawyer burns the first few pancakes. Miles yells at him, and it just encourages Sawyer more. He trashes the kitchen but feeds us pancakes as they come out. He drenches them in copious amounts of syrup before he hands them over, and they taste heavenly.

As we eat, Miles grows more quiet. I watch Sawyer keep an eye on him discreetly. I look at him, too. He looks like he’s drawing back into himself.

“Got any mimosas with this?” I mumble.

“No alcohol.” Sawyer goes to hand me another pancake, and I push my plate back with a groan.

“Jesus, Cali, you didn’t tell me you were a quitter.” Sawyer motions at me with a spatula. “Eat more, you need it.”

“I can’t handle another one, I’m stuffed.”

Sawyer smirks.

I glare at him. “Grow up.”

“Oh, you haven’t felt stuffed yet.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and his blue eyes sparkle. “Right, Miley?”

Miles barely even looks up.

Sawyer looks at Miles. “Speaking of stuffed, you haven’t thanked me yet, Miley.”

I stiffen. Something is clearly bothering Miles, and he’s really going to pick another fight with him?

Miles glares at Sawyer. “For what?”

Sawyer’s look turns dark. “Want to rethink your attitude there, pup?”

I expect Miles to get angry, but instead, his green eyes light up. He mutters something under his breath.

“What was that?” Sawyer leans in.

“Make. Me.” Miles says, but I see a hint of life returning to his eyes.

Sawyer rounds the island and grabs Miles’ neck. “How about you thank me on your knees, pretty boy?” He yanks Miles off his stool and shoves him down.

They’re right in front of me. I back up on my stool just a smidge but don’t bother to move.

“My dick is still covered in Cali’s pussy. Clean her off of me, pup.” He shoves Miles back by his neck. “Now.”

Heat fills me, and my clit throbs.

Miles' eyes grow hungry. Sawyer rips his apron off and yanks his pants down, his stiff cock bobbing free. Miles immediately takes him into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks. Sawyer groans.

Miles bobs up and down, then licks Sawyer’s length, moaning.

“That’s a good boy. That’s how to properly thank me.” Sawyer runs his fingers through Miles’ hair, then down his face.

Suddenly, Sawyer lifts his hand and hits Miles in the face.

I jump, panic running through me. But Miles doesn’t use his big body to push Sawyer back. Instead, he moans, and his eyes flutter back.

Sawyer gives a rough chuckle. “Gonna sass me next time, boy?”

Miles nods as best he can, continuing to suck Sawyer off. Sawyer smirks. “I thought so. Now let me use that pretty mouth.” He grabs ahold of Miles’ head and takes over, pistoning in and out of his mouth. Miles gags, and tears trickle down his face, but he keeps his eyes on Sawyer’s. It makes me hot watching them.

“Fuck, pup. You’re going to make me come already.” Sawyer stiffens and groans, pounding into Miles one last time and stopping.

Lust fills me as Sawyer comes down Miles’ throat. They watch each other as he does, pleasure filling both their faces.