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  “So, you’re willing to forfeit this series win in hopes that you’ll get an even bigger win?” I squinted at her, trying to figure out what was going on inside that pretty head of hers.

  “Let’s just say I’m confident in my game playing skills. Plus, the prize I want is kinda big, so it might not be fair to use it on just this small round of three. You still game?” She bit her lip and arched her brow at me.

  “You been practicing on the side somewhere?” I cocked my head in question.

  “You afraid?” She challenged back.

  “Never. If you win, you get whatever you want. If I win the next two, I get what I want.” I held out my hand to shake on it.

  Her red lips parted in a huge smile and her eyes twinkled with amusement. “Fair is fair. I guess you get whatever you want if you win too. But that’s a big if.”

  “Don’t let one win, make you over confident, precious. I’m not planning on making a habit out of losing. Not even to you. What would you like to try your hand at next?”

  “Ping-Pong, please.” She smiled sweetly when she said it, but her eyes were sparkling with mischief. It made me wonder what she wanted to win and if she had been practicing somewhere. Paranoid much?

  I grabbed the paddles and tossed one her way. She grabbed it effortlessly and held out her hand for the ball.

  “Winner starts.”

  Begrudgingly I handed it to her. “Don’t count on being the winner this time…”

  “We’ll see about that.” Her smirk was beyond cocky and her eyes danced with laughter, she kicked off her stilettos so she could cover her end of the table more efficiently.

  She served and I returned, back and forth we went. I won the first, she won the second and I scored the final winning point of the third. I tossed the paddle in the air, spun around and caught it, and made a whooshing sound.

  “Yeah, baby! My winning streak is just beginning. Be prepared to accept defeat. I choose pool for the last round of games.” I couldn’t help the elation I felt from the win, but she didn’t even look fazed, her smile just as big as the Cheshire cat.

  “Bring it on. There’s nothing you can dish out that I can’t handle. I’m beyond ready for you.” Her cheeks pinked at her own insinuation and her eyes dropped to the floor. “Maybe we could grab a couple more drinks first? I’m getting a little thirsty.”

  I was thirsty too, but my thirst was from being alone with her so much the past two nights and I knew it wasn’t something that Cristal would quench. “I’ll go grab them and be right back.”

  I left the room with erotic visions dancing through my head and kept reminding myself that Gemma is only your friend. No matter what my traitorous mind and cock might be thinking. Something about seeing her competitive nature come out is so hot though. In your defense, her tits did look like they were trying to escape, her dress has been riding high on her thighs all night, and she does have gorgeous legs. They are the kind I want to run my tongue up and over until I reach her sweet – I blinked hard. You have to stop this, I chastised myself silently.

  I wandered into the kitchen and asked the wait staff for a bottle of Cristal, and then grabbed two waters as well. As I headed back to the game room I repeated my mantra, she is only your friend, over and over again. When I walked in the room my mantra was forgotten.

  Gemma had put her heels back on and was leaning over the pool table practicing her shots. Her ass was tipped in my direction barely contained by that red scrap of lace that she called a dress, and the upside down V at the apex of her thighs was scarcely covered by a matching red lace thong. My mouth watered instinctually. Guess that answers the question I had pondered earlier of what type of underwear she was wearing.

  I was instantly hard as a rock and I knew then, without a doubt, what I had been telling myself all along was a lie. I wanted to be more than just Gemma’s friend. So much more. I wanted to bury myself so deep inside of her that I’d forget where I ended and she began.

  15

  Gemma

  I watched him leave and exhaled a deep breath. I couldn’t believe I had let him win that last round on purpose. As I slipped my shoes back on, I looked at the pool table. I had gotten really good at pool, but it had been a while since I’d played. I grabbed the stick and started taking some practice shots.

  Competing with him had unleashed something inside of me. I felt invincible, on top of the world. Well, until that last point at ping-pong. I started overthinking how I would approach him about what I wanted when I won, and then I freaked out a little inside. I needed the time during this next round of three to regain my confidence.

  He chose pool, and I knew how good he was. But I had to win. And when I won, I was going to tell Bastian I wanted him to be my Mr. Right Now. That I wanted him to teach me everything I needed to know. Harper was right. It was time to open his eyes so that he’d see me as a woman, not just his pal. I saw the looks that he was giving me all night, so that gave me a little hope that I had succeeded. On the flip side, I’d want to crawl under a rock if he told me no, but I had to at least try. I needed a little more liquid courage to do it though.

  I felt the hairs rise on the back of my neck and I knew Bastian had come back. I made sure to keep my assets on display for a few more seconds. This was a whole new game to me. I had never felt confident enough before to flirt quite so blatantly. And never in my life had I wanted another man’s attention the way I wanted Baz’s. I felt like there was electricity pulsing through my veins. My core was throbbing and my thong was soaked clear through. The feeling was intense and completely foreign to me. It was like nothing I had ever felt before.

  Baz made a noise to alert me to his presence, and I quickly straightened and turned to face him, guilty look in place.

  “Guess you caught me practicing…” I bit my lip, and played off my pink cheeks under the guise of embarrassment rather than that of arousal. I dropped my eyes towards the floor and that’s when I noticed the unmistakable bulge in his slacks. I grabbed my glass from the nearby table and gestured to the champagne in his hand.

  “Yes, please.” My smile turned hopeful.

  He stalked towards me, his eyes never leaving mine, and took my glass, his fingers brushing against my own as he took it from me. The damn spark was so intense it nearly made me drop my glass. I turned and grabbed his glass as he finished filling mine. I swapped with him, watching his own glass fill with bubbly. I lifted my glass to sip, but he reached out and stopped my hand.

  He lifted his glass in a toast. “To my best friend and one hell of a competitor. May the best man, or woman, win.”

  “I intend to. Cheers.” I clinked my glass to his and held his stare as we sipped. “Good luck,” I smiled as I took one more sip.

  “Right back at cha.”

  As I turned and set my glass back on the table, I felt his hand connect with my ass and, in turn, my insides clenched and I felt a gush of liquid soak my panties even more. When I turned towards him, he looked momentarily stunned. My face must’ve shown my surprise because suddenly he was laughing hard at my expense.

  “Sorry! It was an automatic reaction.” He held his hands up in front of him in surrender. “I forget you were never really into team sports. That was a good luck tap.”

  “Oh, is that what it was? I’ll make sure to remember that for future reference.” Thing was, I wanted more. And even though that little swat turned me on more than before, I needed to maintain my composure and focus so I could win this whole event.

  “Ready to get it on?” I paused with my hands on my hips, letting my innuendo sink in; maybe my words would cause him some distraction. “This is it. Last round. Winner take all.” I leaned forward and re-racked the balls.

  “I plan on it, don’t worry.” He reached for his pool stick and the cue ball.

  “We’ll see, pretty boy. Don’t start celebrating just yet. I’m coming for you.” And I hoped that was exactly what I would be doing at some point in the near future.

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r />   Baz won the first game. The second went to me because he scratched on the eight ball. And we were nearing the end of the third.

  C’mon solids. I had the two-ball left and the eight. Baz still had the nine, thirteen and fifteen, plus the eight. Victory was within my grasp. I called my pocket and made my shot, watching as it dropped cleanly into the hole. One ball left and I couldn’t stop the smile that was spreading across my face. I bit my lip to regain my concentration. Don’t get too excited and drop the ball now, literally. There will be time to celebrate when you win.

  “Eight ball, middle right.” I pointed with my stick towards the hole. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then took my aim. I watched as the cue ball made contact with the eight and sent it sailing exactly where I had predicted.

  “Yes! Woot woot!” I took a bow and my celebration dance began as soon as I tossed down my stick. “That’s right, that just happened. You just got schooled, pretty boy! How ya like me now?” I held up my glass and polished off the remainder of my Cristal. Bastian was laughing at my antics.

  “Way to go, Gem. I’m still a little stunned you took me out, but you played awesome. You deserve the win.” He held up his hand for a high five. I clapped my hand against his, grasped his palm and pulled him in for a hug.

  “Maybe that good luck tap was the secret weapon that put me over the top.” I looked up into his handsome face and the feeling in the room shifted from one of victory to one of sexual tension. This was when we would normally step apart, but I felt like I was glued to him by some invisible force. I quickly licked my lips, then bit my bottom one, my mouth was suddenly dry.

  Bastian looked down at me and I could see my own want reflected in his eyes as well.

  “What do you want as your prize, precious?” His deep voice sent chills through my body. The nickname he had given me tonight made me feel treasured in a way I had never felt before. I tipped my head up so our mouths were even closer than before.

  “Do I only get one thing?” I asked in a pouty whisper, as my heart pounded in my chest.

  “Did you want more than one thing?” Bastian’s breath fanned over my mouth as the words left his own. My hands slowly snaked their way up around his neck.

  “Yes. I want everything…” my lashes fluttered closed as my lips grazed his. Explosions went off behind my eye lids and I moaned against his mouth.

  16

  Baz

  Her whispered words were like music to my ears. I had been sporting a wood since I had seen her leaning over the pool table earlier. It was almost painful now. This moment was comparable to a freight train, and was one I couldn’t have stopped even if I had tried. It was like tasting forbidden fruit, only way better than I could have ever imagined. And this was only a light brush of her lips to mine.

  It was her moan that undid me. I wanted to hear that moan on repeat. Amplified and turning into screams. And I wanted to know that I was the cause of those beautiful noises. Her lips were softer than I had imagined and the need to fully taste her took hold of me.

  My hands flew to the base of her hair as I crushed her mouth to mine. My tongue swept across her seam, demanding entrance which she granted on a moan. I ravaged her mouth. She was sweeter than anything I had ever experienced before. Our tongues dueled and her hips tilted into my massive hard on. I groaned into her mouth and she did it again. An inferno raged through me.

  My hands drifted down her body to grasp her ass and as I lifted her onto the pool table, she parted her legs and wrapped them around my hips. I slid my hands over the silky-smooth flesh of her thighs that had been taunting me all night long. My mouth never leaving hers. Her hands slid down to my chest and then on to my arms, feeling every tense muscle, squeezing and massaging.

  I sucked on her full bottom lip and pulled her pelvis flush with mine. I could feel her heat radiating through the fabric of my pants. My hard cock strained towards her softness as I rocked against her. Her hips moved on their own and her breathing came in quick pants. Her legs locked around my back as she continued to undulate against me. Our kisses became more demanding and her moans grew louder.

  “Fuck, Baz. Don’t stop,” she cried into my mouth. I felt like I was having déjà vu, but this was better because this time it wasn’t a dream. This was Gemma, in the flesh, begging me not to stop. She was every one of my teenage fantasies come to life.

  My hands found their way to her full breasts and I kissed my way down her neck, nibbling as I went, following all of her vocal cues, quickly learning what she liked. When I tweaked her hard nipples and bit down at the crease of her neck, she gasped and moved her hips faster. Her hands threaded into my hair and pulled me back up to her mouth, kissing me as she continued to grind against me franticly.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she was murmuring softly against my mouth and then suddenly her head was thrown back in wild abandon, and the moans were no longer contained, her whole body shook as she raced to the finish line. “Oh, fuck! Oh, oh, oh, fuck, Bastian!”

  It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. And that’s when it happened. I groaned and came all over myself, spurred on just by the sounds coming from her mouth and a little dry humping. I felt like I was 15 again.

  Gemma looked up at me with hazy eyes and smiled a satisfied smile. And that’s when the reality of what happened hit me. Shit, this is what you always tried to avoid. But it was so good…

  I stepped back, forcing myself not to look at the paradise that was spread open before me, and closed her thighs. My head hung low as I struggled to regain my composure. Weak, I was so weak. One taste of her lips and I lost the capacity to think rationally.

  “Gemma, I’m so sorry-” I started, but I stopped when I glanced up and looked into her eyes. The haze had started to clear from them.

  “Don’t, Bastian.” Her hand was up to halt my words, she looked pissed now. “Don’t you dare apologize to me. I wanted this.”

  “I hear what you’re saying, but I can’t help but feel like I took advantage of the situation.” I dropped my gaze to the pool table.

  Stupid idiot. I knew we had been drinking all night, and I was supposed to look out for her best interests. Instead, I gave in to my selfish desires.

  “Bastian, did you hear what I said?” Gemma’s fingers tipped my face up so that I had to look at her. “I. Wanted. This.” Each word was clearly enunciated. “I know this is like a really, really grey area, but,” she paused chewing on her bottom lip for a minute, “I won tonight fair and square. And you said whatever I wanted. I wasn’t 100% sure before, but I am now. I want you to be my Mr. Right Now. I want you to be my first, I want you to take my virginity.”

  “You don’t know what you’re saying, precious. We’ve drunk a lot of Cristal tonight and it’s clouding both of our judgements.” I ran my hands through my hair to stop myself from pulling her into me again.

  “I knew I wanted this before I even had my first sip of Cristal. I just wasn’t sure how to proceed. Then I saw the game room and knew it was my big opportunity. Although, beating you tonight was no easy feat. And I recommended the marathon just in case I got cold feet and chickened out. Losing would’ve been my out. Halfway through ping-pong I knew there was no turning back. I wanted this. I want this. I know I have a lot to learn, but who better to learn it all from than you? And for once I feel it. I feel that spark. Although to be honest, it’s more like a blazing wildfire. And if the scene before me is real, you feel it too.” Her gaze fell to my groin as she arched her brow and smirked knowingly.

  I smiled sheepishly at her admission. I knew I hadn’t imagined the sparks, knew there was no way they were one-sided.

  “Of course, I felt it. I haven’t cum all over myself since I was a kid. That’s beside the point. I just don’t want to lose you, Gem. I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize what we have.” I shook my head; my resolve was wavering though.

  “You won’t lose me. This can be completely a no-strings attached arrangement. Teach me, mold me. I want to learn about everythin
g I don’t know. Things you know a lot about. I trust you, Baz. Please, do this for me?” She was near pleading now.

  “Why don’t we revisit this in the morning when we’re both completely sober?” I helped her down off the pool table.

  “I promise, nothing will change by the morning. But to prove to you this isn’t some drunken notion, I will grant you a reprieve until then.” She adjusted her dress, slowly sliding her skirt back down.

  “C’mon, let me give you a ride home.” I held out my hand and she slipped hers inside it as I led her out of the house.

  Most of the party had dissipated, it was late and the valet quickly brought my car up to the front. I held her door for her and sealed her inside. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I rounded my car.

  As I entered the driver’s side I couldn’t help but notice her dress had ridden up again. I was trying my damndest to be on my best behavior, but she sure as shit wasn’t making it easy on me. Her hand snaked across the console and it rested on my thigh. I glanced over a few minutes into the drive and noticed Gemma was sound asleep.

  “Weak” by AJR came on the radio as I drove and I couldn’t help but think just how fitting it was for my situation. I was only a man and I only had so much self-control. In the morning, if this was still what she wanted, I knew there was no way I’d turn her down. One taste wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the beast within me.

  17

  Gemma

  “Precious,” his voice called to me from far away. “Wake up, Gem. You’re home.” I felt a hand gently rocking me.

  My eyes fluttered open as I took in the scene around me. I must’ve passed out on the drive. I guess an intense orgasm will do that to you.