“Yeah, I think we fucked it up when we removed the limiter,” Frankie says. “Want to try a different setting?”
I nibble my lip and think. “Yeah, maybe one we’re both familiar with. Put us in the rooms at the hotel. Run Sim Green Guy first.”
Frankie gives the okay, and a few minutes later, a new chain of events unfolds. I pay closer attention this time.They kiss, he chokes her, she rides him until she comes, and then she sucks him off.
This really has turned into a scientific experiment. I’m no longer even remotely horny.
“Ready for the next one?” Frankie asks.
“Run it.”
Aven and Quinn kiss . . . He chokes her . . . She rides him . . .
Damn, damn, damn!
“Oh shit,” Frankie says, but before I can ask her what’s wrong, Aven bursts through the door.
I leap out of the egg chair. On the massive screen, Sim Aven and Sim Quinn fuck at a breakneck speed. My head turns toward the booth, where Frankie frantically mashes buttons. Now the sim characters fuck in reverse. It’s almost worse now. Fabulous.
“Ach, you hens just use this machine for your sick whims! Perverts, the lot of you!” Aven reaches behind the machine and yanks the plug from the wall, casting the room in darkness. “If you wanted to see my bleeding dick that badly, you should have asked!”
Frankie raises a finger. “Is the bleeding the reason you don’t want her to see it?”
“And I did ask!” I shout.
Aven turns and points at me. “You. My room. Right now. We’re having this out once and for all.”
I don’t know whether to be scared or excited, but when he shouts for me to move my feet, I realize I will find out soon enough. Not even Frankie can save me now. She gives me a sheepish wave as I trot along behind Aven, prepared to learn my fate.
Chapter Thirty
Aven
Trying to do the right thing has never been more difficult, but my secrecy is driving the girl insane, and the insanity is catching. It’s time to stop trying and start doing. It’s time to rip off the bandage and let the wound do what it will. Whether it heals or festers, no matter. It needs light and air.
Aye, I could use some air myself.
I usher Quinn into my room and head for the floor-to-ceiling window. I can’t open the damned thing, but maybe seeing the sky will help me feel less closed in. My back has never felt more against the wall, even when it’s been against the wall in the most literal sense.
I turn to face the lass. She looks like the cat who ate the canary, and sheshouldfeel some shame. If she’d stopped yammering over me earlier, we could have handled this before my sexploits were plastered all over the sim screen for Frankie’s eyes. We could have broken up three hours ago and ended this nightmare for us both.
Because that’s the only way this can end. I finished reading the stupid romance book last night, and the moment the male lead told the woman the truth, she took off. He gets her back in the end, but this isn’t a book and Quinn isn’t a character. She’s a woman with feelings and a heart I’ve likely broken with my lies.
“Sit on the bed,” I say.
She nibbles her lip and does as she’s told. “We weren’t using it for porn,” she whispers, and I almost laugh.
“All this fuss, just so that you can see my cock and learn if I know how to fuck.”
“Sex is an important part of a relationship,” she mumbles.
“Aye, but so is trust.”
Her head jerks up. “I wasn’t hiding anything from you. You know about Green Guy, and he knows?—”
“Ach, that’s not what I mean, lass.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re about to break up with me?” She finally looks up at me, and the hurt in her eyes nearly breaks me.
