Page 77 of Dangerous Games

Wiz is silent. I know he put together what was happening and heard the ending. I know he knows I’m right fucking here with my dick still inside of her.

Bronwyn clears her throat. “I gotta go. I forgot I have something to do tomorrow.”

I snort. Nice try on covering that one. Any person can hear the ‘I just had the best orgasm of my life’ in her breathy voice.

“Uh, yeah. Tomorrow, yeah,” Wiz awkwardly replies.

Bronwyn hits the power button on the controller, shutting the whole system down. Her head falls against my shoulder as she lets out a sated sigh and tilts toward me. “Was that really necessary?”

I look down at her. She looks well and truly fucked.

“Yeah. It was.”

She rolls her eyes. “I will never understand men. You don’t think Wiz heard us, do you?”

Oh yeah, cara, he definitely heard us. You’re a screamer. It’s damn near impossible to keep you quiet.

“No,” I lie. The mixture of us is leaking out of her and trickling down my balls as my softening cock begins to slip out. “Those mics only pick up stuff if you’re talking into it.”

She hums as she thinks it over, not sounding entirely convinced.

“Well, I hope things aren’t weird between us.”

“They won’t be,” I tell her as I pat her hip. I’ll make sure of it. “Let me up.”

Bronwyn holds the top part of her dress to her chest as she climbs off me. I snort as she pulls her dress down in an effort to cover herself up as if she doesn’t look like she’s been fucked.

“Where’s the bathroom?” she asks, looking at me expectantly.

I tuck myself back into my pants. “Follow me.” I down the rest of my bourbon as I lead her through my house, taking her upstairs to my room. “The bathroom is through there.” I point to the double doors on the opposite side of my room.

Bronwyn nods before heading inside and closing the door. I crack my neck and I take my shirt off. For the first time this evening, I finally feel like I’m not about to kill someone in front of her. I grab a T-shirt out of my drawer and wait until I hear the toilet flush before joining her in the bathroom.

Bronwyn jumps back and lets out a small scream. “I’ll be out in a second.”

I pin her with a stare as I turn the shower on and incline my head. “Get in.”

“Can you turn around?”

“Oh, now you’re shy? Not even ten minutes ago you were moaning my name for everyone in your game to hear.” I drop my pants to the floor and step under the spray, letting the hot water erase the last bit of tension my shoulders were holding on to, leaving Bronwyn gaping at me.

“You said he didn’t hear us!”

“Babe.” I grin as I close my eyes and tip my head back, running my fingers through my hair, making sure everything is wet.

Cool air hits the front of me, making me open my eyes. Bronwyn steps inside, glaring at me.

“What?” I ask, amused. She’s so fucking cute when she’s mad.

“You know what,” she says as she crosses her arms, pushing her full tits up. “My eyes are up here.”

I drag my eyes up to hers. “Really? Because they look like they’re staring at me.”

“Grow up, Gio,” Bronwyn snaps, making me laugh as she pushes me out of the way of the water moving into my spot.

I grab the shampoo bottle as she wets her hair, no longer paying attention to me. I squirt some into my palm and lather it. Once I see her hair is soaked, I start to massage her head, working the shampoo in.

Bronwyn softly sighs. “That feels good.”