Game Time

Damon

“Are you sure about this?” Darrion’s obvious disapproval is annoying.

I’m sure everyone would have a problem with it if they all knew.

But not if they knew her as anything other than a Madis.

As just Savannah.

The slouch he holds on my bathroom door whilst I get ready is a shadow of what Daxon does. He must have taught him that move.

Lucky only one of my brothers is here to slow me down this time.

I’m already running late thanks to ~him~.

A “surprise delivery.”

Such horseshit.

“It’s just a party.” I brush it off.

Finishing my shave, I splash the heated aftershave on.

The sound of disagreement from my older brother irks me.

~Who the fuck is he to question anything I do in my life?~

I know, I get it.

I know who she is.

But this is my life.

It’s time I do what I want with it.

~I want her.~

“We both know why you’re going, and who you’re going to see. Listen broseph, I like her. Van is cool. She is. But she is still one of them. You know what he will do if he finds out you got some puppy-love shit going on with one.”

My teeth ache from the amount of pressure I’ve held them to a grind.

My hold to the countertop makes creaks and cracks form up the sides.

That same thought has been what’s kept it at a distance.

“She isn’t like them… She’s different.”

My brother’s hand on my shoulder is enough for me to flinch away. The fight last night has me sore.

After ten matches going thirty rounds all together, my body feels like lead.

Barn’s got a cheap shot in to pop my back out of place.

~Fucking pussy.~

“I gotta go.” I leave him and this conversation behind, pushing past to grab my keys and slap my wallet in my back pocket. I toe on my boots.

My cut weighs on me today.

The slap of the black leather as if it’s gained weight overnight.

I don’t wait for him to get out of my room, I’m out of the door and ignoring anyone that comes in my way.

Hayden and Micah wait at the door, Kacie trying to talk them up until I come up.

Her skirt hiked up to show the bottom of her ass, her tube top two sizes too small. Her ugly yellow hair tied and split into pigtails.

The artificial fruity scent makes me want to puke. I hate girls like her.

I boned her once with some of that strawberry lube, now she tries to use it as bait against me.

The overkill is fucked.

“Hi D, I was wondering if you might want to go have some fun before your guy thing? Or I could come with.”

Her fake long nails twist the ends of her ugly pigtails as she tries to play off an innocent look.

Seeing how she’s been rode more times than the north highway, her ~innocence~ is a riot.

“Fuck out of here.” I blow her off.

The night’s air slips over me and ruffles the smooth feeling of my fresh face.

Hayden and Micah say nothing else as we drop on our bikes and sail away.

I know they will.

Not tonight though.

***

The bikes parked under the cloak of the black trees, we walk together up the boat ramp and onto the deck.

No yacht, but more than a pontoon.

Music blasts from random speakers, other people carry drinks and toss looks our way.

Either of horny-wink-and-wanna-fuck smiles or judgment against us.

I look for her among the crowd. The Christmas lights that line the rails and the lanterns that hang down from the rafters give a good amount of coverage.

“See your girl yet?” Hayden gives a cheesy, toothy grin.

“If I did I wouldn’t be listening to you, dur.”

We move in, meshing with the party and sifting through the ragers.

Stepping into the under room of the boat I hear her before I see her.

With the room packed to the gills with shitty dancers, drinking games going off like party grenades, I find her on the bar with a white pong ball in her hand.

Her dark caramel hair swaying with her every move.

A piece of it hangs down her tits to make me jealous of it.

Her silver top shows off her stomach.

The black shorts look like they were made with her perfect round ass in mind.

White ear buds stick out her ears.

Blondie at the bar beside her.

The beer pong table set up in front of her, she takes her shot, landing in the only cup left on her challenger side of the table.

“Bitch better have my money!”

She smiles.

While the shorts might have been made for her, that smile was made for me.

“Hello?” Micah snaps his fingers in my face.

I shove him away, taking a straight beeline to my girl.

Her hazel eyes land on me, her smile grows.

“My Angel! You’re here!”

My hand out for her, she grabs on, plopping down on her ass and dropping off the bar ledge to the floor in bare feet.

Her arms webbed around my neck, she leans up, dragging me down for a kiss.

Her smile hiding behind my lips.

“How much money have you hustled from these rich kids?”

~Her eyes are so damn bright tonight.~

The glow in her face drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

“Hustle is a strong word. I’m just playing games and winning money that they willingly bet against me.”

Blondie steps behind her to take the earbuds out to case them back up.

“Did you shave?” The back of her hand caresses my chin.

“Possibly.” I lure her in when I rub my face against hers.

Her laugh ringing out and the push she tries to swing at my chest does nothing to get her away from me.

“Whatever. I want a rematch. New game. No more lame-ass pong. Something new.”

Brady’s cash getting tossed down the table in a tittybaby fit has both of us pulling apart.

Savannah in that position she uses to tease me. Her attitude at the ready.

“Stop crying about losing like a little bitch, Brady. If you have more money we can play another game, but seeing how you already lost at cards, beer pong, quarters and bullshit, I don’t know what else you could have.”

Blondie has the crumple of bills, sorting them out and counting.

“What about the penis game?” Tanner suggests from his seat beside Brady’s growing pissy face.

“Maybe if we were ten and it was in the middle of church.” Savannah’s hand laced to her right hip to tempt me.

“What about spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven?” Kylie suggests.

“There is no clear winner in spin the bottle, and I already got my heaven with me. Thank you, next.”

Savannah turns her head to look at me, a wink and a blow of a kiss is enough of an invitation for me to sink in behind her and let her ass speak to my growing hard-on.

“What about…” The gaming team around us goes silent.

“Van, I know what the option is going to be and the answer needs to be a hard no. HARD no,” Blondie tries to whisper only to her.

“Oh I know! How about truth or dare!?” Kylie jumps off Tanner’s lap.

“No! It’s a no. Right, Savannah? It’s a hard no?” Blondie looks right at her.

The mischievous glint speckles across her hazel eyes like a warning flash.

“I shouldn’t…,” Van mumbles. Her hands twist together.

Brady looks across from Blondie to Savannah.

I can see what he is going to say before he does.

“What’s wrong, Savannah? Scared of a little game? Wanna chicken out?”

Brady has no idea who the fuck he is talking to.

But Blondie does.

His facepalm says it all.

He knows the same shit I do.

Savannah isn’t walking away now.

“Scared? You’re the one who should be scared. I said I shouldn’t play for your sake, not mine. Want to play, Brady boy? Let’s play.”

Blondie is saying some type of prayer before stepping to block Van’s next move.

“Okay, please Vannah, please. Let’s do a short. Small. Easy. Safe game this time.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

Blondie blocks her again, stepping between her and Brady.

“Savannah, please. The last time we played this, that lawnmower caught on fire and exploded. I had to bury those swimming trunks.

“I still can’t eat Jolly Ranchers without wanting to puke. At least promise to pick truth for the first few rounds. Please?”

Savannah looks past him to the prick at the other end of the white table. The music is fading away, the attention of the room now locked to my feisty girl and her cousin.

“I promise. The first couple rounds, I will choose truth. But after that, I’m taking baby Brady’s ass down.”

“Listen, Brady, I’m not going to lie, I’m really good at this game. I always win. With that being said, I have a few rules. I play a ~good game~ not some sex prep bullshit.

“No dare for physical contact. No strip dare, and no life-ending dare. Truths are free range, and no help from outside players. You get one skip. So hit me with your best shot.”

The fold-out chair she sits in has the room looking at her in amazement.

Savannah naturally runs her shit.

She doesn’t change with new or old people around her.

She stays the same.

Taking a seat to face Savannah, Brady makes the first move.

Blondie at her side, I take my space behind her. My hand on each of her shoulders.

I want courtside seats to this.

“Truth or dare?”

Savannah’s poster leans into my touch.

“Truth.” I know that tone.

“How many guys have you fucked?”

The room calls out in ~ohhs~.

“I don’t know how to answer this question honestly. I need you to define it.”

~What do you mean you need it defined?~

~It’s fucking.~

“Define getting fucked? A dick goes in your pussy. Or do you want a demonstration?”

Savannah’s hand pats the top of mine.

I didn’t realize I was squeezing her too tight.

“Demonstrate what? Your shrimp dick not making any of your partners cum but you?”

~Damn, Shortcake, that’s cold.~

“Answer the question, or are you already trying to back out?” Brady’s shitty approach is going to get him knocked the hell out.

Her finger draws lazy circles on my hand.

“My answer is one.”

~WHAT?~

~Only one?~

~Who? Never mind, I don’t give a shit.~

~That explains why she was so tight.~

“Truth or dare, Brady?”

She yells over the chatter.

“Dare.” His smile fades when Savannah stands up and tells him to hand her his phone.

“Savannah, please. Go easy. Make him lick something gross. Go easy,” Blondie pleads.

“Phone, unlocked.”

She holds out her hand, waiting for him to drop it.

When Brady hands it over, she taps at the screen and a sexy smirk covers the lips I now want.

“I dare you to read your browser history out loud.”

“Come on, Brady. You’re the one that googled it, speak loud and proud. It’s the last one.”

~Savannah is wild.~

~She’s fucking wild.~

“What can I do to make my stepsister squirt?” He hides his face in his hands.

Savannah and everyone else cackle with laughter.

“Okay! Okay! Truth or dare?”

Van wheezes out a truth, taking her seat back down.

“How many guys have you sucked off, and who?”

Savannah’s laugh stops. Another tap to my hand, and she looks up at me in a quick flick of her eyes.

“I have given head to…one person. Damon.”

“Oh, no fucking way! Go Dee!”

Hayden sloshes his drink on the girl in his lap.

My own surprise is clear, but she doesn’t look at me.

“I call bullshit. We were all there when you took Reid Daniels upstairs. I know for a fact you two have still been fucking around for the past few weeks.”

“First of all, I have no shame in my game. I don’t lie about what I do or who I do it with. I am proud of my sexual desires. Secondly, I don’t lie in my truths ever.

“And lastly, to ease your unrightly suspicion, I did take Reid up to his room at the party, and I showed him how to eat my pussy. We haven’t been fucking around for the past few weeks.

“I’ve been with Damon, only with Damon, for the last two, FAITHFULLY.”

~I’m her first?~

My dick twitches to life.

It’s been doing that so much I think it’s having seizures.

Leaning down, I press my mouth to her ear.

“You need to finish this game.”

The feel of her shivering, like I just dropped an ice cube down her shirt, has me raging to life.

“Yes, my Angel.”