Good Game (The System, #1)

“Yeah, right before I kill them and stash their bodies in the mountain.”


“I had a feeling that was the case. To think, I’m going to die a virgin.”

I sit up straight.

“What?”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. God, the look on your face.” She doubles over with laughter.

“You’re such a brat.”

She has the gall to wink at me in response, and I just scoff.

“Really, it’s a gorgeous view. Thank you for bringing me here.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

Although, I really haven’t brought anyone else up here other than the guys before. It’s our place where we can just get away from it all. Decompress and let our minds blank. Sometimes we bring beers or a joint, but more often than not it’s just me coming up here alone after a tough tournament or a hectic stream schedule.

“Why did you bring me here, then, out of all the places you could think of?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you could’ve just as easily taken me back to your place. We didn’t really settle on a location.”

That’s true. Except we don’t bring girls back to our place. Ever. We would run too high a risk of them figuring out what our real professions are—even if we took down the giant The System poster and stashed our awards. On the flip side, it would just be plain dumb to bring a girl back to our place in our masks. Stalker Fan 101 says not to do that.

Our setup has proven to be an issue on a few occasions. For some reason, girls prefer to head to a guy’s place over bringing them to theirs. I’ve had to shell out a few hundred every once in a while to grab a hotel room, which makes me feel a little seedy. It’s why I’ve ramped it down over the last few years. Just the occasional quickie in a convention bathroom or a girl on her knees in some back room. Classy? Not really. A safe stress reliever? Totally.

I look at Stevie again. She’s leaning forward, elbows on her knees and chin resting in the palms of her hands, as she stares out at the open landscape. I’m once again struck by how many sides to her there are. From the sultry cocktail waitress to the innocent angel to the carefree woman next to me now. She’s like a flower that never stops blooming.

“If I’d brought you right to my place, wouldn’t I have seemed like a presumptuous douche?”

“Well, hanging out at someone’s apartment doesn’t equal consent.”

“True.” I lean back on the bench, spreading my arms across the top. “You know, there was a reason why I wanted to come here.”

She turns to me, cocking an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really.”

She sits up, angling her body slightly toward mine before resting against the back of the bench lightly. The tips of my right fingers are millimeters from her shoulder.

“And what’s that reason?”

I smile at her, letting my hand drop slightly so my fingers graze against her bare shoulder. I move them back and forth, holding eye contact with her the entire time. I watch her pupils dilate, little by little, with each stroke. I can’t stop myself from biting my lip before slipping my hand onto the slope of her shoulder, my thumb lightly gliding up the length of her neck. Her lips part ever so slightly, and that’s the moment I’m done.

My hand moves up to cradle the base of her neck, and I pull her toward me, leaving barely an inch between our lips. Our breathing blends for a few seconds, my chest thumping with anticipation. I graze my lips against hers, a preview, before dipping down to her neck. I drag my bottom lip up her neck until I reach her ear, lingering a moment before capturing her lobe and giving it a soft tug. The quiet gasp that leaves her shoots right into my hardening cock. I smile to myself before finally, finally, giving in to what I’ve been dying to do since the moment I laid eyes on her.

Her lips melt against mine, the kiss soft as we slowly move against each other. She tastes like an angel, her feathery lips bringing me to the gates of heaven. I have never wanted a kiss this much in my life, and the satisfaction of finally tasting it is euphoric. It’s everything I imagined and more. My tongue teases her lips apart, and I take my time exploring her as she sighs into me, knowing I could spend all day like this.

I pull back, looking at her. Her golden eyes are dripping with lust. I’m about to drag her into another kiss when her hand suddenly shoots up and grasps my jaw, pulling me hungrily into a new kiss. It’s fervent, desperate, delicious. A complete switch from the soft, lazy perusal of before. But I match her one for one, devouring her with equal ferocity. My little angel wants to dance with the devil.

Suddenly, she’s swinging one of her legs over my body, straddling my lap. I feel her against my dick and groan. Like the tease she is, she starts moving her hips slowly over me, and it feels so damn good. I can’t help it when both my hands travel to her hips, pushing her down harder.

“Fuck, Stevie.”

I give her lip a sharp nibble, and she moans into it, fingers tightening around my jaw. I knew she’d like to flirt with pain. This woman is perfection. I push her down on me harder, feeling her slide back and forth on my cock with more friction. But I’m a hungry man, and I let one of my hands travel up past her hip, along the lines of her body, until I reach the soft fabric at the bottom of her top.

My hand palms her through the fabric, and it’s a tease. I get touches of her bare skin between the holes in the fabric, and my dick twitches when I get her nipple to finally poke through one of them. My thumb circles the hard peak while I make the tough decision to tear myself away from her lips and take her nipple into my mouth.

Her head lolls back, along with the rest of her body, and I have to grip her hips again to prevent her from accidentally sliding back.

“You feel so good.”

Those four words are like magic to my ears.

I bring her back to my lips, kissing her like she is my first breath of air and without her, I’ll die. Her tongue spears into my mouth, and I match her, twining us together. I tap on the back of her neck where the strings to her top are tied.

“Can I?” The words are breathy against her lips.

She gives me a hum and nods her head before kissing me again.

I tug on the string, feeling it unravel, and guide my hands along her collarbones slowly before dipping to peel her top down, freeing her breasts. I feel her smile against my lips as I run my fingers across the sides of her breasts. I pull back from her kisses to admire the goddess in front of me.

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