For the most part I was awesome at life, but what Dre didn’t know was that I was even better at games, and she just called me out to play a game of sexual chicken I had no intentions of losing.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around Bear’s neck, encouraging him to explore more of her skin with his mouth. He dipped lower, running his lips across her collarbone.
I made my move, one I was hoping would win me the game right out of the gate. I tipped my chin to her and winked, hoping to piss her off and send her running once and for all, but no. Instead, she returned my wink with a smile. She sucked in her bottom lip and let out an exaggerated moan when Bear’s hand grazed the bottom of her tit through her shirt. She took one arm down from around his neck and when Bear wasn’t paying attention, because he was too busy running his hands all over my girl, she lifted her hand against her stomach where he couldn’t see and she flashed me a finger.
Her middle finger.
Fuck.
Game fucking on.
*
DRE
Flipping him off may have gone a step too far, but I was already a step too far and it was only because Preppy was who pushed me there.
My heart lurched in my chest.
If this was how he chose to push me away then he was going to have to suffer the consequences of his decision. He’d made his bed, he could lie in it. Or better yet, watch ME lie in it.
With Bear.
I’d have to be blind not to notice that Bear was beyond attractive. Those bright-blue eyes and all that mess of blond hair, tattoos, and muscles, would make any girl twitchy for a touch. Bear did it for me, but that was just basic biology. It was NOTHING compared to the way that just one look from Preppy made my toes curl and left my body aching and tingling for his touch. That’s when I realized that Preppy wasn’t like heroin at all, he was like speed. Making my heart race, my muscles feel restless, and causing my brain to come alive with a million and one different thoughts about him, all at the same time, most of those about him touching me. Tasting me. Wanting me.
Needing me.
Bear was walking sex, but he was no Samuel Clearwater. Who I craved in my very soul. I didn’t even know desire until Preppy pushed his way into my life, and the man who made me feel again was now standing next to the bed with his back against the wall, staring at the floor with his hands in his pockets. His hair mussed from our kissing session. I licked my lower lip in an attempt to taste his kiss again.
Preppy looked up suddenly, almost like he could hear what I was thinking. When he saw me staring, he plastered a fake smirk on his gorgeous face that no matter how hurt or pissed off I was or how fake his smile, it still made my belly flip and my nipples tighten.
He may be able to fool Bear, but there was no fucking way he was fooling me.
I wanted Preppy to send Bear away, strip me naked, and fuck me sideways. I wanted him to tell me I was his. Not just my pussy. ALL OF ME.
I wanted him to keep me.
But just then, I saw the mask click in place. The one he put on when he wanted to shut out the world, and I knew there was no coming back from where we’d just crossed over.
A part of me wanted nothing more than to hold him and tell him it was okay, and a part of me hated him and wanted him to hurt as badly as he’d made me hurt.
Bear’s warm chest pressed against my back, his lips trailed over every inch of skin on my shoulders and neck, but it wasn’t his touch making the hairs on my arms stand on end or drenching my panties. It was the look on Preppy’s face. The cocky smirk was gone, replaced briefly with a flash of hurt that I would have missed if I’d blinked a second earlier.
Preppy cleared his throat and straightened his posture, putting his mask back in place and returning my hand gesture with a middle finger of his own, pressed against his closed lips.
Challenge accepted.
We were over well before we had a chance to get started, but we were about to go out with a bang.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
DRE
Bear pulled my tank top off of my head and dropped it to the floor. He pushed down my bra, exposing my breasts to Preppy, whose gaze dropped from my eyes to my chest. Bear twisted and pulled at my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Preppy watched with his mouth partially open as my nipples peaked and stood firmly at attention, pointing accusingly toward him. His jaw tightened, and a twisted part of me reveled in the fact that he was jealous and pissed off, even if it was his own fucking fault.
“Let’s get rid of this,” Bear said, pushing my skirt down. He pressed down between my shoulder blades, shoving my chest onto the mattress, my butt high up in the air. He slapped each ass cheek once, before hooking his thumbs into my panties and pulling them off.
Preppy’s eyes went from my ass to my face, and that’s when I realized that I was losing the challenge after all, a part of him was loving what he was seeing when I was hoping it would enrage him and make him feel guilty for what he’d done. I was still pissed, but witnessing Preppy turned on was enough to make me wet all over again. “Fuck you have a nice pussy,” Bear said from behind me. He leaned over me, pushing me down further into the mattress. That’s when I felt his hard cock, large and hot, throbbing against my lower back. He reached between my legs and circled the wetness at my opening. “Fuck, your so fucking wet and ready,” he growled. He smelled like whiskey, cologne, and motor oil. A sexy combination of smells that had me arching into him when he touched me, my eyes never leaving Preppy’s, who swallowed hard.
He pushed off the wall and, for a moment, I thought it was over. That I’d pushed him far enough and had won our little game. He stalked over to the bed. “Lift her up,” he said to Bear, pulling down his pants and kicking off his boxers. His enormous cock bobbed up and down as it was freed from its confines. The tip swollen and purple, dripping.
I licked my lips and groaned at the sight.
Bear kept his body pressed against mine, he lifted me up by my shoulders until we were both back on our knees. His breath against my neck, one hand on my breast the other between my legs, his thumb strumming against my clit like he was playing the guitar. Preppy, now completely naked, the chords of muscles in his neck tight, the lines of muscle leading down to all his glory contracted as he laid down on the bed with his head on the pillow. “Come here,” he said, his voice strained. Bear released his hold on me and I crawled slowly up Preppy’s beautiful body until we were face to face, and I was hovering just inches over his lips. He reached down between us, his hand finding my wetness.