"Then there's not much risk in trying, is there?" she asked him tartly.
He rolled his shoulders and looked away.
"What is this plan of yours?" I asked.
She was right, the Brantley family had their own ideas about how to do things, but they respected people who made the effort. People who were innovative and had initiative. As long as they weren't working against them and hacking into their systems, that was. Theymightbe open to whatever she had in mind.
Before she could tell us what that was, Hunter Brantley picked up a paddle and whacked it on the table to get our attention.
"We're going to have a rest break. No one is allowed to leave, but do what you want down here. Except don't kill each other and don't hurt each other. That is to say, don'tmaimeach other." He patted the paddle against his palm and grinned.
"We'll be back for the second round in an hour."
Ignoring the groans of the competitors, he and Parker headed out of the so-called Arena, probably off to have some steak and champagne. Or whatever it was rich brats did.
Okay, they were the same age as me, mid-twenties, but they were still brats.
"They sure know how to build the suspense," I said.
"Is that what they're doing?" Logan grumbled. "I think they get off on this bullshit, psyching us out for fun."
"At least we get another hour to enjoy our lives," Tash pointed out. That was what we needed right now, some optimism. If we were going to die soon, we might as well do it with a smile.
"Right." I hopped up and offered her my hand. "Let's have a look around here. Maybe we can find a place to have some fun."
Judging by that kiss, she was down for a bit more. I knew I was. I mean, we might be dead soon. Why not fit in one last fuck?
Without hesitation, she took my hand and rose to her feet, teetering on those ridiculous heels.
Regretfully, I said, "Maybe you should take those off and walk around barefoot. Those have to be bad for your feet."
"I got the impression you liked them," she said, glancing down at the wicked heels.
"Oh, I do." I drew her to my side and headed off to one of the rooms attached to the Arena.
"This place used to be a warehouse. I guess these were storage rooms," I said as we stepped inside the first one. It contained a pile of empty pallets and some shelving. Like whoever worked here walked out the door and left it, meaning to come back. But then it was turned into a place to amuse a pair of sadistic mobsters.
"I'm surprised they don't bring people down here and make them play for no reason," Tash said.
"Who said they don’t?" I asked with a laugh.
I led her over to the pallets and sat her down, gripping her thighs and wrapping her legs around my waist. My cock nestled between her thighs like it was made to be there, getting hard with the proximity of her pussy.
"Good point," she said. Distracted as she rolled her hips slightly, rubbing herself against me.
"That's not the only good point I have to share with you," I said.
I immediately wanted to hit myself for such a ridiculous line, but she laughed.
"Why don't you show me?" she said, looking at me through those lashes.
I didn't need to be told twice. I stepped back from her, just far enough to undo the front of my pants and push them down my hips. My erection pressed at the front of my boxers, begging to be allowed out to play.
She raised her eyebrows at me before hooking her hands in the waistband of my underpants and pushing them down.
My cock bounced free, pointing right at her.
"You have a nice-looking cock," she remarked.
