“It was so nice meeting you both,” Fin replies, moving on to hug my dad. They were able to have some one-on-one bonding time at the game, where he gave her a proud retelling of my entire football career, starting with my very first pee-wee practice at five years old and ending with the day I was drafted to the NFL. It’s always been his favorite thing to talk about, and the fact that Finley ate it up, hanging on to every word, made them fast friends.
“You make sure to give us a call if this one steps outof line,” he says to her, nodding in my direction. “We’ll sic Tate on him if we have to.”
I scoff. “I’m not afraid of her.” It’s a lie, obviously, but I’m not about to give my sister that kind of power. As much as I love the little wild card, she’s goddamn terrifying. “Plus, I’m always on my best behavior, isn’t that right, Mama?”
Fin tilts her head in thought, tapping a finger against her lower lip as she pretends to consider the question. I give her a look that says she’s in trouble, but she just smirks, giving a lazy shrug. “Hedoesgive a mean foot rub. But I’ll keep your number handy just in case.”
“You better not fuck this up, Teddy Graham,” my sister chimes in, pointing directly at me. “I love her.”
Not as much as I do, sis. That, I can promise.
I keep that particular thought to myself, assuring them that my girl will continue to be treated like the queen she is. We say our goodbyes, complete with more hugs and a few tears, agreeing to FaceTime after Finley’s doctor’s appointment this week. Moments later, they’re out the door, leaving the two of us alone at last.
“A mean foot rub?” I say as soon as she pushes the door closed. She giggles when I wrap my arms around her from behind, assaulting her cheek with playful kisses. “I can think of about a hundred other reasons for you to keep me around, including the way I can make you come your brains out using only my tongue.”
“Well, I guess I forgot about that,” she sasses. “It’s been so long.”
I bark a laugh. “It’s been three days, Mama. But I plan on taking good care of you after dinner. Until then, do you want to check out that video game demo Kyle brought?”
Her eyes light up, and she nods excitedly, running toward the living room with me following closely behind. I was shocked to find out that Finley used to be a bit of a gamer when she was a teenager, especially with anything involving race cars. She spent a lot of time alone, so she’d go online and chat with other kids her age until it became one of her favorite pastimes. She said she hasn’t played in years but was very interested when my brother-in-law told her about the new project he’s been developing. He let us download it on my console, asking for our input before he sends the finalized copy to his boss.
By the time I reach the couch, she’s already got a controller in her hand. She’s as adorable as ever, bouncing eagerly while she waits for me to set everything up.
“You’re going down, Calloway,” she warns as I pull up the main screen and navigate through the menu. She’s got her game face on, which is cute, but if she thinks I’m going to let her win, she’s crazy.
I lift a brow. “I assume you’re referring to me devouring that pussy later, because there’s no way you’re beating me at this game. You have no idea what you’re up against, sweetheart.”
“Oh, yeah?” she throws back, smirking. “Put your money where your mouth is, then. Let’s make a little wager.” The attitude in her voice has me ready to turnher ass the prettiest shade of pink, but also, I’m intrigued.
“What do you have in mind?”
She tosses her red hair over her shoulder, and my eyes lock onto her tongue as it runs slowly over her bottom lip. “If I win, I get a full-body massage. Soft music, dim lighting, aromatherapy oil…the whole thing. And if you win, you get whatever you want.”
It’s funny that she thinks I wouldn’t do all of that anyway. I’d crawl across hot coals to make Finley feel good, no bet required. But I never back down from a challenge—plus, I have a pretty hot fantasy that I’m dying for her to fulfill.
“Alright,” I say, my heated gaze burning into hers. “If I win—and I will—you have to give me a lap dance. You can’t half-ass it, either. I want that sexy body all over me.”
Arousal flares in her eyes, a broken breath falling from between her lips. But it’s gone as fast as it came, quickly being replaced by cold, hard determination as she pushes her shoulders back and lifts her chin.
“You’re on.”
I nod, biting the inside of my cheek to hide the excitement that’s coursing through my veins. It’s only been a few days since I’ve had my hands on her, but getting to do it while she grinds herself all over my lap is all the motivation I need to win.
I crook a finger, beckoning her toward me. “Come here and give me a kiss before I disrespect the fuck out of you in this game.”
She rolls her eyes, leaning in and pressing her softlips to mine. I smile against them, knowing that in a few short minutes, I’ll be claiming my reward. It’s not that I doubt her skills, but I’ve been playing games like this since I was old enough to hold a controller. It was my only hobby during the offseason, since I wasn’t really a partier in high school. Not to mention, this isn’t the first of Kyle’s projects I’ve tested early. He may have just gotten this job, but he’s been perfecting his craft for a while. And call me a cheater if you want, but I know that he hides little Easter eggs throughout, which may come in handy in a pinch. One way or another, I’m winning this thing.
“Hope you’re ready to eat your words,” she says, pulling away and settling back into the plush cushions. I want to comment on her careless, lackadaisical form, but think better of it because I need all the help I can get. She could very well be some gaming prodigy, about to hustle me right out of my spaceship pajama pants. I can’t give her any of my tips or tricks, including the fact that you always play better when you’re leaned forward with your elbows on your knees.
It’s science.
“Ready up, Mama. Let’s get this over with so I can collect my prize.” I choose my car, watching as she flips through and searches for the perfect one. She knows what she’s doing, looking over every single specification, from engine size to tire tread. It’s clear that I’m not dealing with an amateur, but I’m still confident as she makes her final decision and presses the button to start the race. The screen shows a quick overview of the track before zooming in on our cars asthey idle, engines roaring in anticipation of a green light.
I glance over at Fin, who’s still leaning back without a care in the world. She’s utter perfection in a black off-the-shoulder crewneck, her soft skin peeking out and begging to be worshiped. Flashbacks from our shower this morning replay in my head, memories of the way water sluiced down every single curve, invading my senses. She told me I couldn’t touch, since my parents were right down the hall, butfuck, did she put on one hell of a show. Every move of her soapy hands was unhurried and deliberate, driving me wild until I had no choice but to come all over my own fist. It was good, but I’ve been dying for the real thing ever since.
I’m lost in my dirty thoughts, barely registering the sound of the race starting until it’s too late. I whip my head toward the television, where cars are blowing right past me as I sit completely still. Quickly getting my shit together, I take off, attempting to close the space between myself and the people ahead of me. A quick glimpse at Fin’s side of the screen shows me that she’s in first place, with six non-player characters separating us.
“All that bravado, and look at you back there,” she taunts, her stare never breaking as she takes a corner, tires squealing against the asphalt as she drifts like a goddamn pro. I do my best to stay focused, managing to pull ahead of two cars when I hit the longest straightaway and leaving them in my dust before passing a third.
