Bedroom Games
Page 42

Holy shit. I was going to win this thing.
 
 
~~ * ~~
 
 
My Power room was awesome. I squealed with delight when I saw that it was done in my favorite colors—pink and black—and gerbera daisies had been placed in vases around the room. I loved daisies. My fridge was filled to the brim with Ben & Jerry’s in my favorite flavors, and cans of my favorite soda were lined up on top of a nearby shelf. It was perfect.
The house was down to four people, and I had Power. I was going to win House Guests. It made me giddy with excitement. I wanted to roll around on the bed like a puppy, celebrating my victory.
Instead, I changed into my sleep-wear of a long t-shirt and panties and settled for flopping backward onto the mattress and stretching out, a sigh of utter bliss escaping my lungs.
Brodie shut the door to the room and leaned on it, looking over at me. He chuckled. “Happy?”
“You have no idea,” I told him, smiling.
Of course, I couldn’t tell him why I was so happy. Winning the million would mean I was going to beat him. He wouldn’t be thrilled about that. I felt a twinge of unhappiness that I couldn’t share the money with him, though, and that my victory would mean his defeat. We’d known that going in, of course—friendships wouldn’t last the TV season. But the thought of Brodie being angry at me made me ache.
For some reason, the last thing I wanted was Brodie to be upset at me.
Brodie moved to the bedside and laid down next to me, propped up on one elbow. He faced me, a grin curving his mouth. He was so handsome that I wanted to run my hands all over him.
If only it weren’t for the damn cameras on us at the moment.
“You’ve got an interesting gleam in your eye,” Brodie murmured, voice deliberately low so the microphones wouldn’t pick it up. “What are you thinking?”
“Honestly?” I rolled on my side to face him.
“Yes, honestly.”
“I was thinking that it sucks that we have to wait until two for the cameras to go off.” My fingers plucked at the blanket.
“Were you, now?” Brodie’s voice grew husky, his eyelids heavy. His hand moved to cover mine, and I felt his thumb caress the soft flesh between my thumb and forefinger. “And why is that, sexy lady?”
“Obvious reasons,” I whispered back, my fingers flexing against his ticklish ones.
“Because you’re…sleepy?”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh yeah. Totally sleepy.” I was in my pajamas, but I’d never felt more awake.
His fingers lightly trailed over the back of my hand and grazed patterns on my bare arm. “That’s a shame. I was thinking of all kinds of things we could do if we stayed up late.”
“Mmm, is that so?” I couldn’t wait to hear this.
“Some celebratory stuff.” He shrugged as if his words didn’t matter, but his fingers kept sliding over my skin, and my nipples grew hard. “Little bit of this, little bit of that…”
“I’m disappointed,” I told him. “I only get a little bit? I could have sworn you were packing more in there.” And I deliberately flicked my gaze to his crotch.
His grin contained a mixture of delight and arousal. “Oh, I’m definitely packing enough for you, baby.”
There was that ‘baby’ again. “You almost got us in trouble earlier, baby. What’s with the nickname?”
He looked a little wounded at my questioning. “What, you’re not my baby?”
“I don’t know. Am I?”
“I’m actually a little offended that you have to ask.”
“You kidding me?” I rolled onto my back and propped up on both elbows, scowling at him. “You hit on everything female. How am I supposed to know if I’m special to you or if this is just more gameplay—”
Brodie leaned forward, his mouth pressing against mine and interrupting my words. Heck, he interrupted my thoughts, too. His lips were firm on mine, the weight of him pressing over me distracting. When he licked into my mouth, I moaned. That felt so good it was sinful.
“You like my mouth on yours, Kandis?” His breath was warm against my skin, his body heavy over mine. He pressed me against the bed, and I felt my now-hard nipples brush against his chest when he moved. “You like it when I touch your tongue with mine?”
A whimper was my only response.
“That’s good, baby,” he said against my lips. His gaze above mine was sleepy with arousal, eyes heavy-lidded. “Because if I flirt with them, it’s all for the game. You’re the only one I put my mouth on. The only one I touch. And you’re sure as shit the only one that gets me so fucking hard that I have to go take a shower in the middle of the day just so I can fucking jerk off.”
I gasped at his crude words. God, that was sexy to hear. “Did you jerk off today?”
“Hell yes,” he said, and he ran the tip of his tongue lazily along the line of my jaw. “I woke up and you were all curled up against me with that sexy hair sticking up, and your shirt was all hiked up. And I knew I couldn’t touch you with the cameras on, so I took an early morning shower and took care of myself.” He nipped at my skin. “Though I’m pretty sure I said your name so loud when I came that they caught it on the microphones.”
I shivered at the thought of Brodie in the shower, hands on his cock all because I’d been curled up against him.
“So,” he murmured, and I felt his hands slide over my sides, feathering oh-so-close to my aching breasts. “Does that satisfy you, baby? Or do you still think that I’m fucking around with all the chicks in here?”
I shook my head and arched against him. I trusted him. I might get burned for it later, but damn, Brodie was convincing when he wanted to be. And I so desperately wanted him to be telling me the truth. I needed Brodie Short to be as messed up over me as I was over him.
And right now? I was pretty messed up on him. Especially with his big body on top of mine. I sighed heavily.
His fingers stroked the tousled hair off of my brow in an affectionate touch. “What’s that sigh for, beautiful?”
“Just thinking how long it is until two,” I told him, wiggling under him. “And how very hard.”
He groaned. “You so don’t play fair.”
“Nope,” I agreed, feeling a bit mischievous. I rolled my hips under him again. “Guess we’ll just have to stick it out, huh?”
He gave me a speculative look and then leaned in to brush his mouth against mine again. Instead of the deep kiss I’d expected, though, he murmured against my mouth. “There’s one place that they don’t film, you know.”
I stared up at him blankly for a moment, and then it dawned on me. The bathroom for the rest of the rooms in this spooky house were more like gym bathrooms in that they were intended for multiple users, and thus the common area was fair game for filming. But the bathroom in the Power room was a ‘no cameras’ situation as it was a small closet of a room, intended for just one user. It had a footed bath, a sink, and one toilet. “Bathroom?”
“Bathroom,” he agreed, and shot me a wicked grin that melted my resolve.
“I’m warning you, I don’t find the thought of making love on a toilet very sexy.”