Payback's a Bitch (Dangerous Game Series Book 1)

by Hannah Hilton

  I was turning this meal into a surf and turf experience.

  Nothing was threatening to burn, with me keeping a careful eye. There wasn’t one thing I’d want to change about the evening. The whole world practically ground to a halt when I stared unabashedly at the way that he was letting the breeze ruffle his short hair.

  It made me sigh deeply with concern for my sexual sanity. It would be easy to let nature take its course after dinner. The only thing standing in my way was Bethany. It wasn’t like I was going to go all the way but there were other things I could do to excite his palate for something more than food.

  4

  Cameron

  Sitting there across from her, eating this succulent meal fit for a king, made me feel like the luckiest man on the planet. Being in the company of two beautiful women had to be a dream come true for most men in my position. They were both dressed casually but that didn’t stop my overactive imagination from running overtime.

  It’s every man’s fantasy to have two women at the same time. Not many are able to avail themselves of the opportunity, but that scenario was staring me in the eyes. My libido was screaming at me to turn this innocent dinner into an orgy of sexual delights-- until we were a tangle of limbs, exhausted and unable to move a single solitary muscle.

  “This is exactly how I like my meat. It’s hot and juicy when I cut into it. I don’t know what your secret sauce is but it certainly does whet my appetite for more,” Constance teased with her fork lingering at those crimson lips that had been painted with finesse.

  “I do like to please. It’s a pleasure to cook for somebody who appreciates my talents. I must say, you’ve gone out of your way to welcome me with open arms. We don’t even know each other and already we’re enjoying a meal together,” I said with each bite becoming a taste sensation followed by just a hint of garlic.

  “I’m always happy to provide a safe haven for my friends. It tickles me when I see people enjoying the food. This house might be a work in progress but I can already envision everything in my mind,” she said, closing her tempting eyes.

  That was followed by a deep breath to catch my attention from across the table. The swell of her bosom and the arch of her back had me shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

  I practically jumped three feet into the air when there was something more appealing going on underneath the plastic red and white tablecloth. She looked so innocent but her feet were playing a dangerous game. Placing them in my lap was an exercise to stir the pot. She was getting a good idea about my size and dimensions.

  “Are you okay, Cameron? You look a little flushed,” Constance mocked, with a small grin that was barely noticeable.

  “I’m fine…it must be the heat,” I croaked.

  “We should take advantage of this weather,” said Bethany. “It’s not going to be around forever. This is a direct result of climate change. Nobody wants to talk about it but it’s not going away. We used to have horrible winters in New York, but the last few years have been mostly just rain. I don’t know about the two of you, but I’m going to take a dip in the ocean,” she announced, before she surprised me by stripping off everything and running, naked and glistening, into the surf.

  “You have to forgive my friend, replied Constance. “She’s always been a bit of a free spirit. It must come from living on a hippie commune with her parents until she was in her teens. They were very free with their bodies, and had no shame about walking around with nothing on. I sometimes have to remind her about social conventions,” Constance said, as her feet continued to moving back and forth right where it mattered.

  “I’m not sure what to make of you, I answered. “This is very naughty. Are you trying to tell me something? There is bad reception between the head on my shoulders and the little one between my legs. You make me forget that my ego has been pretty banged up to even consider jumping into anything with you,” I stated, my body betraying my better judgment.

  “If you can’t stand the heat, then get out of the kitchen,” she laughed. “I’m what you would call a consummate flirt. Bethany has rubbed off on me but I don’t want you to take that the wrong way. I’m strictly a meat and potatoes kind of girl. There’s no need to rush this when we can take it slow.” She was encouraging me, with those bare feet making it hard to sit still.

  It had to be the influence of the three empty beer bottles on the table.

  “I should probably retire to my room,” I stammered. With that pressure building, something was going to have to give.

  Taking matters into my own hands was one option, but there was a far more pleasing one: Her giving me a foot job. It would’ve been easy to let her continue until the inevitable volcanic eruption happened. She seemed determined, but then she stopped abruptly.

  “You can certainly do that. Nothing is stopping you,” Constance replied.

  She dropped her fork and bent down to retrieve it.

  I thought for one split second that she was going to give me more than I bargained for, but she suddenly emerged dabbing her mouth with a napkin. She had made it look like she had just finished something that I was begging for with my eyes.

  “Don’t play with my heart. I live my life with no regrets,” I said. “Nobody will ever dictate the terms of my surrender. Impossible as this might sound, I do have feelings, I should’ve known from the start that this was a bad idea. You have to stop this,” I begged and pleaded with my eyes.

  “I think you might be protesting a little too much,” she replied coyly. “I never mentioned anything about sleeping with you. I might act a little differently when I’m drinking a little too much. I’m not drunk. I like to indulge and I take issue with your inference. Are you saying that you don’t find me attractive?” she asked. An ice cube suddenly appeared in her hand, tracing the angle of her cleavage.

  “There’s only so much a man can take,” I appealed, with my hands firmly on the table.

  “I would think a big strong man like you knows what to do in these situations. I’m going to bed. Stay here and try to get yourself under control. Don’t even think you have a chance with Bethany. The only thing you’ll get from her is a cold slap of defiance.” Her tone was insistent, making me believe every single word coming out of her mouth.

  “She’s not my type,” I responded. “I don’t want to take advantage of you in your current condition. Some guys would think nothing of lifting you over their shoulder and ravaging your body for hours. I have a little bit more respect for you than that. I don’t want to do anything that would be perceived as untoward.” I defended my position, but she ‘accidentally on purpose’ tripped and landed in my lap.

  “I hear the words and they sound convincing but a certain part of your anatomy is seeing things a different way.” She flirted shamelessly, with those hot buns molded to my manhood.

  She squirmed in my lap, pretending to try and get up, but she was failing miserably.

  My breathing was a little irregular and my heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to jump out of my throat. My hands were at my side, twitching with this unconscious need to put them on her hips. I could feel the heat of her loins through my pants, sending signals to the pleasure centers of my brain.

  “I did mention that I wasn’t drunk. I know exactly what I’m doing,” she continued. “You do know the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach?” She giggled as her hand pressed against my chest, squeezing my pectoral muscle and lightly grazing my nipple.

  “I think you might have that ass-backward,” I challenged.

  Her fingers were soon locked around my neck with her legs on either side of me, firmly planted on the deck. It felt good to be wanted again. She was certainly a woman of action. It was starting to dawn on me that she was in desperate need of satisfaction and wasn’t about to take no for an answer.

  “You do make a mean steak. There’s no denying that. What I want right now is something that only you can give me. It will take a lot of
sweat and time. These two hands have the talents to put a smile on my face,” she said with one of my fingers in her mouth.

  “I’m a little speechless at the moment. We shouldn’t do anything we’re going to regret in the morning,” I cautioned with my head turned.

  “Get your head out of the gutter. I need you to put my new bed together.” She smiled as her finger moved across my lips.

  It was a little out of character for me to be seduced. She wasn’t coming out and saying it, but her words certainly did hint at the possibility of getting physical with one another. She wasn’t interested in having sex in the conventional sense of the word. I wasn’t sure what this would entail, but I wanted to be a part of it.

  Bethany strolled by and I noticed in my peripheral vision that she was still naked, dripping water on the deck. I didn’t bother to look at her when my eyes were firmly glued on Constance’s flat stomach. It rippled in waves when she giggled under her breath.

  “I have an early morning surfing lesson. Try to keep it down to a low roar. I do have earplugs but the walls are thin and…” Bethany hesitated, with her words cut short on her way into the house where she was supposedly taking up residence.

  “She’s on vacation. I think this is where we’re going to have to part ways. I’m feeling a little dizzy. My door is always open. Do you think that you can help with my bed? It’s in pieces built by a little old man in a shop in his basement,” she said before walking away with a little sway to her hips.

  I couldn’t move without announcing my current predicament. The tent wasn’t going down. It seemed the only way out was to give into that moment of indecision. It was asking for trouble to step over that invisible line in the sand. But I was already trapped in this entanglement of emotions.

  This was not seduction in the typical way. This was systematic. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go get it with both hands. In this case, it started with both feet, but why quibble over semantics?

  I took a few deep breaths and then attempted to stand. My legs threatened to give out from underneath me. My hands were on the table to keep my balance. I’d never been lightheaded before. Women had thrown themselves at me from the moment I was old enough to recognize the signs.

  This was something else.

  I wanted her. It was as simple as that. There was no way to mistake the hungry animal inside of her calling out to me with her body language. Building her bed must have been a ruse to draw me into the lair of her bedroom.

  The moon was full and the wolf was on the prowl.

  I moved through the house, navigating the many boxes littering the floor. Climbing the stairs, I saw a light at the top. This was her siren song that no man was going to be able to resist.

  My breath was short when I turned the corner and saw her on her knees in a compromising position. The pieces of her bed were scattered on the floor and she was trying to make sense of the instructions. It was mainly scribbles with numbers to follow in sequence until everything was put together. She looked up and smiled.

  It was time to get to work.

  5

  Constance, AKA Julie

  He looked a little disappointed when he found me in the master bedroom on the floor. His raised flag was quite pronounced. In my position, I was easily able to reach out and grab his zipper but I refrained.

  His carpentry skills came in handy. It wasn’t what he was expecting to do, close to midnight. But he didn’t complain, and showed professionalism while he was completing the task at hand. The window was slightly open to take advantage of the salt air and cool breeze that was coming in from the ocean a few feet away.

  The bed was custom-made, with sturdy material that could take a pounding and stay intact. He quickly got down to business; it took almost two hours to assemble the parts. The memory foam mattress was put on with no need for a box spring. It was high off the ground and he watched me intently when I put on the red silk sheets and black duvet.

  It would be like sleeping on a cloud

  “How much do I owe you?” I posed the question with my feet dangling over the side of the bed, unencumbered by the sandals which had been left out on the deck, discarded for the moment.

  “You don’t owe me anything.” He slurred his words under the influence of a few beers, but he was still remarkably in control of his faculties.

  His shirt was still open, but this time there was a sheen of sweat, courtesy of working with his hands.

  “That was going above and beyond the call of duty. I have to reward you somehow. Perhaps we can make a trade,” I suggested, with my hand outstretched inches away from the target that was much bigger when it was up close and personal.

  “You have been sending me mixed messages all night. I’m going to need you to say the words,” he implored, standing at the threshold to the bedroom door. He was seconds away from retreating into the safety of his own bedroom down the hall.

  “I think you know exactly what I mean. I’m not going to paint you a picture,” I whispered with my hands still outstretched.

  He quickly took a couple of steps closer until he could feel my fingers frantically pulling down the zipper. I was smiling when I reached inside and pulled it out.

  I gasped and grabbed the base, with my fingers wrapped around it until they were barely touching.

  “That does feel good, but maybe we should think before we act,” he beseeched me as his piece of hardware was on full display.

  The muscles of his shoulder tensed when he felt my hot breath getting closer to the object of my affection. There was a thick and heavy sense of anticipation in the air. That first kiss left a crimson mark of my desire on the tip of his member. I circled it with my tongue, making the knob glisten in the light bulb over top of us.

  This was the first time in my life that I was at a loss for words. The whole night had been leading up to this moment. I was the one in control, taking the lead and setting the pace for this impromptu meeting of the minds and bodies.

  Stroking the length had him literally in the palm of my hand.

  “I knew it was going to be big, but it’s different when you see it. Something tells me that you’ve left a long list of broken hearts in your wake. I don’t want to be one of them. The chemistry was there the moment we met. I was debating for quite some time how to let you down easy, but that ship has sailed. This is what I have been missing in my life,” I declared with my mouth parted and slowly descending. My eyes were wide, waiting for that moment of truth.

  There was no stopping once we got started.

  Standing there at attention, he was at the mercy of my eager mouth. Those inches were consumed by me on my knees looking up at him. The feeling was amazing. There was no way to describe it in words.

  My mortal soul was at stake. I could easily lose myself in those eyes.

  His life had been nothing more than an endless stream of women in and out of his bedroom like a revolving door. I had this feeling that he barely remembered their faces, let alone their names. It was wrong on many levels to use him like this.

  I was having fun and had him on the edge a little sooner than I expected. I was usually in more control but he had broken me. This constant dance had been sending subliminal messages below my waist all night. Having him in my mouth was giving me a temporary reprieve. The lipstick smeared the shaft to mark my territory.

  “I wish there was some way I could tell you how I feel. Life has been hard. I’m not deserving of you or any other woman, he grunted. “The best thing you can do you is run away. This isn’t going to be enough for me. You’re close to opening up a Pandora’s Box that you’re not going to be able to close again,” he warned through clenched teeth.

  He was watching the way my lips conveyed this wanton desire in a more pleasing way than words.

  I could feel those tingles of persuasion starting deep down and rising exponentially. It was all a little confusing how fast we had gone from business to pleasure in the blink
of an eye. My pace was meant to bring him to the brink with rapid-fire strikes of my tongue.

  The vein down the back was throbbing and the head was ballooning when I suddenly stopped. The feel of him in my mouth was something addictive. It made me a slave to my desires.

  His disappointment showed on his face. His eyes were wide. It was just another part of the plan that I almost forgot about in the heat of the moment.

  “I like that look on your face. Every woman knows teasing is pleasing. You can deny it but the evidence is right in front of me. This is what you like. This is what you want. I have you exactly where I want you. A man’s weakness is a pretty face and a nice body attached to it,” I expressed as my hands were still wrapped around the base to stop the flow until that sensation subsided.

  This was when I went back to the beginning. His family jewels were rather large, and they were filled to capacity--waiting for me to open up the gates.

  “You can’t be this evil,” he pleaded. “I’m going crazy waiting for you to finish what you started. I have all this pent-up frustration building up inside of me with nowhere to go. I’m begging you to show me some mercy. I have no idea what you’re trying to prove but I don’t appreciate it,” he stammered, with his head shaking back and forth.

  “I’m not trying to make this hard (pardon the pun). I’m still on the fence. It’s not easy for me to admit this. I sometimes get overzealous. You have the pretty packaging but I have no idea what is going on between your ears. We should take the time to get to know each other better before we sleep together,” I announced. My mind was a complicated mess of gears that weren’t quite working in tandem.

  It was a vindictive move to dangle the carrot in front of his eyes. I almost succumbed but I was able to pull myself back from the abyss before it swallowed me whole.

  “I doubt we are going to get much sleep,” he teased while bobbing his member up and down to encourage me to come closer to the fire--at the risk of getting my heart broken all over again.