Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers)

by Justine Elvira

  I go with satisfying myself and continue to rub circles over my clit. My breasts are full and my nipples are aroused and dying to be played with. If I would have stayed in the room with Scott tonight I could easily wake him and have him help me out here, but I chose to leave for a good reason. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of him. My nipples are just going to have to wait until tomorrow when Scott can give them his undivided attention.

  I picture him licking them softly at first as he looks up at me hungrily, slowly teasing me with his tongue. Then he'd probably palm my ass, squeezing it hard and I'd probably moan, equally satisfied and frustrated. He'd then take as much of my tit inside his mouth as he could before starting to suck on it. His other hand would probably slide lower into my pants until he was gently finger fucking me. Then his lips would release the suction on my breast and he'd move them together, grazing his teeth across my nipples before biting down hard.

  It's this last thought that has me hit my climax. I raise my other hand to my mouth and bite down gently so that I don't make any noise. Once I've recovered completely, I remove my hand from my panties, roll over on my stomach and close my eyes, falling asleep instantly.

  ★★★

  The next day is hectic, as Christmas usually is. I'm woken up by a frantic Autumn. She's yelling at me about not waking up to help her in the kitchen and how I wasn’t supposed to sleep in this room.

  "If Scott decided to spend the night you should have made him sleep in here. I love him but you're our guest, not Scott. I didn't even realize he came back last night but he's a big boy. You should have made him crash on the bunk bed," she says to me as she pulls me out into the kitchen, still in my pajamas.

  Since I woke up late I'm in charge of making breakfast as Autumn and my mother finish getting the ham prepped and in the oven. I whip up some scrambled eggs, bacon, and cinnamon buns and serve it out to everyone. Everyone's cheery and excited about the day except for Scott. He's glaring at me between bites and I can't quite figure out what has him in such a sour mood.

  After breakfast I clean up and Scott leaves to go home, change and grab his gifts. Throughout the morning and early afternoon I hear nothing from him. Not even a text. This has me worried because even thousands of miles away he texts me often throughout the day.

  I don't dwell on it too much in the afternoon because after we've all washed up and gotten ready, the Reynolds family starts to arrive and so does Tawny. Tawny is her usual bright, energetic self and oddly this makes me feel a little better. It had been an awkward several months between us and all because of me. I just couldn’t figure out how to get things back to normal between her and me. Thankfully it's never been an issue for Tawny. It was a fun night to her, nothing more, and I'm starting to look at it that way, too.

  A little later Kelly shows up and so do Coral's parents and brother, Kellan. I know about some of Jared's past involving them, but not all of it. It's a story I'll learn one day, I guess.

  Scott arrives last and is dressed in dark denim jeans and a green sweater. Not his regular attire, but he looks gorgeous. All of his brothers are here with their families, but he chose to come by after everyone else arrived. It kind of pisses me off.

  What was he doing all day?

  I want to talk to him and see what's wrong but before I can Tawny walks over to him and gives him a hug. He laughs at whatever she says and they start to talk so I decide to leave it alone for now. I mingle with his family, getting to know Elijah and Garrett, and... fuck, if I know all their names. There are too many Reynolds boys in one household when my mind is distracted with Scott's behavior.

  It's not until after dinner that I have a chance to be alone with him. After cleaning the dishes and loading the dishwasher, I walk down the hallway to use the washroom. As I'm passing the second door on the left, someone grips my arm and pulls me into the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I scream in shock but the hand that covers my mouth muffles it.

  "Be quiet. Someone will hear you," Scott whispers in my ear from behind me. He slowly removes his hand from my mouth and lets me go.

  Turning around to face him, I glare up at him. "What the hell?"

  "We need to talk."

  Oh, dear God. A conversation starting out with those four words is never good. It's usually the beginning of the end to a relationship, and this definitely is not a relationship. Sometimes those words end with a pregnancy announcement, but I'm not pregnant, or someone coming clean about being unfaithful, but we don't have that kind of relationship. We're allowed to fuck whoever we want.

  "Okay," I reply hesitantly. "Where were you today? If you had stuck around we could have talked then."

  He fidgets on his feet a little. It's small and to the untrained eye unnoticeable, but I've been studying every inch of him for months. He's nervous.

  "I had to shower and change and then I had to meet up with some friends for a little bit... to go surfing."

  Surfing my ass. The water is freezing this time of year and even I know he thinks it's too cold to get in there. He hangs out at the beach every morning in the winter, but not to surf.

  I move to sit down on the bed, crossing my legs in front of me and looking back up at him. "I don't mean to sound insecure because I'm not. You're allowed to do whatever you want and I'm okay with that, just don't lie to me. You weren't surfing so if you were with another girl that's fine, just say so."

  His entire expression changes and softens towards me. He moves to sit down on the bed next to me and turns his body to face mine. "I wasn't with another girl, I swear. You're right though. I wasn't surfing. I left here to clear my head and then a buddy of mine called me to come play in a Christmas day poker tournament with him. I went for a few hours but I lied because I don't want you telling Jared."

  I look up at him confused. "Why can't Jared know?"

  He drags a hand through his hair before responding, "Because Jared can be no fun. He doesn’t like the idea of me gambling. Let's just leave it at that."

  I know there is more to the story but it's clear that Scott doesn't want to talk any more about it. "Okay," I reply.

  He looks over to the pillow and I follow his movement. There's a wrapped present lying on the pillow. It's the size of a shoebox. I hadn't noticed it before.

  "I see you never opened my gift."

  I look at him puzzled. "I didn't see it until now, Scott. I thought we promised no gifts."

  "Relax, Winn. It cost me nothing." He reaches for the box and then sets it in my lap, waiting for me to open it.

  "Is it weird that I'm frightened to open this?"

  "To open a Christmas gift? Yes, Winn, I'd say that's weird. Just open it."

  I look down at the golden wrapping paper and start to rip it open. I toss the paper on the ground and a Toms shoebox sits on my lap.

  "You bought me shoes? We had a deal-"

  "Just open it," he says, cutting me off.

  I lift the lid of the box and look inside. It's shells, a lot of different seashells. Each shell has a post-it tab stuck to it with Scott's writing on it. I pull out the first shell and read the post-it. It's a description of the type of shell it is. I pull out a second, then a third, then a fourth and each shell is different. The post-its describe each type of shell. Scott took the time to collect probably fifty to sixty shells and find out each of their names.

  "Wow," I whisper, still in complete shock. I look back up at him as he sits, looking uncomfortable on the bed. "You did this for me?"

  "It was no big deal. Like I've told you before, where I usually surf is unpopulated. It's very easy to find different types of shells. Googling them was even easier. It took me only a few minutes."

  I know he's downplaying the time he took to do this, but I won't call him out on it. This is the most thoughtful gift anyone has given me.

  "Well, thank you. I love it." I lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek before pulling away. I put the shells back in the box and place the box on the ground.

  I'll lo
ok at them later.

  "Now, can we talk?" Scott asks.

  "Well, I'm confused. Isn't that what we've been doing?" I ask him.

  "Smart ass. I mean what I wanted to talk about."

  "Sure. Go for it."

  "I woke up this morning alone. Again! It's getting frustrating, Winn. After months of sleeping together I don't understand why you won't just spend the night with me?"

  I knew this topic would come up eventually, but honestly, I thought I was doing a good job at avoiding it. Clearly, I was wrong.

  "I... I... It's completely embarrassing. I'd rather not say."

  "Winnie, you can tell me anything. Did you have a previous boyfriend who had night terrors? Do you sleepwalk? Do you wet the bed?" He chuckles at his last question and I hang my head in shame.

  "It's worse. It's worse than all of those so just leave it alone."

  "Worse than peeing the bed? I doubt it, Winn."

  I look up at him, annoyed. He's still laughing and there is nothing funny about what I'm going to say. "I snore, okay? I snore loudly, my mouth hangs open wide, and sometimes I even drool!" I shout the last part and we're both silent for a few seconds. I'm silent in mortification and I think he's still trying to process what I've said. Then, to my surprise, Scott bursts out laughing. His arm clutches his stomach as he bends over, laughing uncontrollably, before leaning back and falling down on the bed.

  "It's not funny, you asshole. No one can sleep around me. No one!"

  He continues to laugh as he sits back up on the bed, and I wait until he's finished making fun of me. "It's just snoring, Winnie. Millions of people do it."

  "Yes, but I'm so loud that there isn't a person who could sleep through it. My own family had to wear earplugs at night so they could get a good night sleep."

  "Winnie-"

  "And it's not just my family. Imagine waking up at your first slumber party to all the other girls laughing and pointing in my direction. That was the first and last time I ever had a sleepover."

  "Winn-"

  "And in high school I accidentally fell asleep at Angus Litbul's house after drinking too much. One of my friends recorded me and sent it out as a mass text. They were all laughing in good fun, but it scarred me."

  "Winn, look at me." His hands come up to my face as his palms lay flat across my cheeks. I look up into his eyes, having no choice but to hear what he has to say. "I'm sorry you went through all of that as a kid and that you are still dealing with your embarrassment over it now, but this conversation could have been avoided if you would have just stayed the night."

  Huh? Was he not listening to a word I said? Typical man.

  "Scott, I-"

  "Beauty, listen. Haven't you ever wondered why I never wake up when you leave me in the middle of the night? I'm a sound sleeper, babe. I could be sleeping next to a freight train in the middle of the loudest thunderstorm and I wouldn’t wake up. I promise."

  I laugh at the noises he compares to snoring as he leans down and brushes his lips against mine. "So are we good? Will you stay the night next time?" Scott whispers against my lips.

  "We're better than good," I whisper back before kissing him appreciatively. His lips start out as a whisper against mine. Soft but firm, directing me where to go next. I love his lips, just like I love everything else about him. His tongue traces across my bottom lip asking for entrance and I open for him, waiting to taste his tongue inside me.

  The kiss quickly grows out of control.

  "Oh..." I moan as his hands slide up and down my body.

  Do we have time for this? With our family just down the hall?

  His hands slide under my top and slowly trace up my sensitive sides. I'm ticklish tonight so I can't stop the giggles that release from my mouth with every movement of his fingers. He smiles against my lips before quickly pulling off my shirt.

  "Ticklish this evening?" Scott asks me while admiring my chest.

  "Maybe, just a little," I whisper back huskily. He may be in a playful mood, but my mood is anything but playful. I want to ravish him with my body.

  His hands come out to touch the material of my bra before meeting in the center of my breasts. "Front clasp, that's new for you."

  I push my heavy breasts out into his hands. "Easier access for you."

  He grins wickedly before lowering his mouth to kiss the delicate flesh of my chest. He's unhurried, which drives me crazy. I take matters into my own hands, literally, as I unfasten the front clasp of my bra and slide it off my shoulders, before tossing it on the ground.

  "Impatient, are we?" He laughs at my urgency.

  "We don't have much time. You can fuck me now, or I'm going back out there unsatisfied," I tease back.

  Scott grunts at my words and slides his hands behind my back, pulling me to him so our chests are flush against each other. His mouth lowers to mine as I giggle against his lips. "I'm going to fuck you now. I'll make it quick."

  He kisses me frantically and I continue to laugh at his growing impatience. That's when I hear a loud, deliberate cough coming from the doorway. Scott must hear it too, and we break apart as I cover my exposed chest with my hands.

  "We were just-"

  "It's Christmas," Autumn hisses at me.

  This is the moment of truth. I've had a sneaking suspicion the past few months that Autumn might know something about Scott and me. Not that we are having sex, but maybe that we're mutually attracted to each other or something but I no longer have to wonder. What she just walked in on will solidify anything she's suspected the past few months.

  I watch Autumn as she tries hard to keep the smile from her face. This gets my giggles going again and I can't hold off. I laugh uncontrollably and Autumn joins in. It feels good to laugh right now. It breaks the tension in the room. I glance over at Scott and he's looking at the two of us like we've just lost our marbles. This just makes me laugh harder. Once we can calmly breathe in and out I look over at Scott, wondering what he must be thinking right now.

  "Seriously though, what if someone else had walked in, huh? You two need to be more careful."

  I can feel her eyes on me but I only have eyes for Scott. His eyes are still filled with lust for me and he doesn't hide it. He doesn't even care that my sister is in the room and being the kinky little adventurer that I am, this turns me on even more.

  "For God’s sake, at least lock the door behind me," Autumn whines before I hear the door close behind her. I want to kiss him right now. I want to strip him out of his clothes and have him thrust inside me, filling me with exactly what I need right now, but Autumn's words linger in my thoughts.

  "We need to lock the door," I whisper.

  I get up from the bed and lock the door before coming back over to where Scott is. I've made no further attempt to cover my breast since Autumn left the room, so Scott's getting a clear view of me topless. Nothing he hasn't seen many times before.

  "Much better," I whisper, straddling his hips and sitting down on top of him so my core is lined up with his solid cock. My hands go to his hair as I kiss the center of his forehead. The elevated position of my body as I sit on top of him gives his mouth direct access to my breasts and he takes full advantage of it. Devouring each one before we get rid of the rest of our clothes and devour each other.

  Chapter Nine

  January

  Scott: Jared and Autumn are driving me nuts with this newly wed shit. I can barely tolerate going over there.

  Me: They just got married. It won't last forever. I think it's kind of cute.

  Scott: You would. You're a girl.

  Me: Don't you ever want to get married?

  Scott: Maybe one day, but I'd have to find the perfect girl first.

  Me: I'm pretty perfect. Lol

  Scott: Yes, and you'd never marry my ass.

  Me: Damn right. It would be wrong.

  Scott: Yes, completely wrong. Let's just keep doing what we're doing and no one gets hurt ;)

  Me: But I like it when it hurts ;)
/>   Scott: Get your mind out of the gutter, woman.

  Me: Sorry. It's out and screwed back on properly. Guess what I'm doing right now?

  Scott: I hate guessing. You know this. Just tell me.

  Me: I'm looking at my shells. You've quadrupled my collection in these past months. And all of your shells are better than the ones I already had.

  Scott: Glad I could help. Do you have a big plan on what you want to do with all of them?

  Me: There's not much to do. I just like to look at them to remind me of the nice warm places I could be at instead of stuck in this winter cold weather.

  Scott: You should come back out here. Autumn misses you.

  Me: Oh Autumn misses me? The one who's a newly wed and hasn't even picked up the phone to call me in weeks?

  Scott: Yep. She misses you like crazy.

  Me: Scott?

  Scott: Yes????????

  Me: I miss you too.

  ★★★

  February

  Scott: What

  Scott: Does

  Scott: The

  Scott: Fox

  Scott: Say?

  Me: Don't even do it. If you do it I'll hate you forever!!!

  Scott: Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!

  Me: You suck. Now I'm going to have that stupid song in my head.

  Scott: Is it worse than last time?

  Me: Yes!!!! I'm trying to read and I'm at the best part and now I won't be able to concentrate.

  Scott: I've never met a cage dancer who reads in her spare time.

  Me: You obviously aren't talking to a lot of cage dancers. We can be surprising.