Game On

by Liza James

  Game On

  by

  Liza James

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Game On

  COPYRIGHT Ó 2008 by Liza James

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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  Cover Art by Angela Anderson

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  Publishing History

  First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2008

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  For my two biggest fans—my mother and grandfather!

  Reviews

  ONLY MAN FOR THE JOB

  Only Man For The Job is a sexy, hot short read. Liza James got my blood boiling after reading this little number. Laney and Keith seem to be made for each other but can the past be the past.”~Crystal—Sensual Reads & Reviews

  BRANDED

  Liza James’s short story Branded will have readers’ toes tingling with the intensity of the sexual encounters between Troy and Lily. From the first page right through to the last there’s no doubt that this couple is meant to be together. What I hadn’t expected was to become so enraptured by the tale that I didn’t want it to end…Wonderfully written Ms James!”~Chrissy Dionne—Romance Junkies

  MISCHIEF IN THE DARK

  This was a sexy Halloween read that I think you will enjoy just as much as I did. Ms. James pens a very intriguing story with some sexy characters that will definitely entertain you. This one is a definite keeper.”~Reviewer Top Pick, Diana - Night Owl Reviews

  Game On

  “Sorry, precious,” Bree Winters whispered as she held her wedding band poised over the upstairs bathroom sink. “But desperate times call for desperate measures.”

  She dropped her ring and watched it skitter around the bowl and down the drain. With the Super Bowl starting any minute, she needed a good reason to get her husband up here quickly. Once the game started, Lord help anyone who tried to separate him from his beloved Chicago Bears.

  And she’d be damned if she was going to bed frustrated again tonight. It’d been weeks since they’d had sex, months since they’d had good sex, and Bree was seriously starting to fear the worst, that he’d begun to lose interest.

  The pre-game show was just wrapping up when she got downstairs. Shane, dressed in black sweats and a white tank top that showed off his lean, hard physique, sat slumped on the sofa, one arm resting along the back, big bare feet on the coffee table. He reached over and grabbed his beer off the end table as she walked up.

  “Hey, hon, I need you upstairs, ten minutes tops.”

  He cast her a quick glance. “Come on, baby, the game’s about to start.”

  “I know, but I…I dropped my wedding band down the sink in the master bath.”

  He took a swig of his beer before meeting her gaze with an exaggerated sigh. “It’s not like it’s going anywhere. Can’t it wait till after the game?”

  “I didn’t drop a dime down the drain,” she pointed out, holding on to her patience. “This is my wedding ring we’re talking about.”

  Shane returned his attention to the TV. “After the game, babe. Promise.”

  Bree slumped down beside him on the sofa and huffed the hair from her eyes. Okay, time to bring out the big guns. She rested her hand on his thigh and gave it a promising squeeze. “If you go upstairs and get my ring out of the sink right now, I’ll give you the blow job of your life.”

  He cleared his throat, glanced down at her hand, then up to meet her gaze. He wanted it, she could see it in his eyes. Any second he’d scoop her up and carry her—

  The sports announcer’s voice filled the room as the commercial ended, and just like that she lost him. He cast her one last, wistful glance. “Hold that thought, sweetheart. I’ll get right on it after the game.”

  She shot to her feet and propped her hands on her hips. What the hell happened to the sexy man she’d married? The old Shane wouldn’t turn down a blow job. Had the world come to an end? “I bet Jeff would run right over if I offered to suck him off in exchange for getting my ring out.”

  He flicked her a ‘yeah, right’ look. “So call Jeff then.”

  Bree’s jaw practically hit the floor. She’d been bluffing, and he’d called her on it. Jeff Haist, the plumber who lived in the connecting duplex, was model gorgeous and even better built than Shane—and Shane was no slouch in the hot bod department.

  Jeff was also single and a huge flirt—maybe just what she needed right now. If only to give her husband a little nudge in the right direction. “You know what? That’s a great idea. I’ll give him a call right now, see if he’s home.”

  “He is. Pulled into his driveway about an hour ago.”

  She gritted her teeth. The least the man could do was act jealous. Well, she’d just have to try a little harder. Grab his attention by the balls. “Awesome, thanks. And maybe I’ll fuck his brains out, too. Really make it worth his time.”

  Shane took a swig of his beer and turned to meet her gaze. Something hot flickered in those whiskey brown depths, something unexpected. “Sounds like a plan. Maybe I’ll come up and watch.”

  Hmm. Funny, but that didn’t sound like sarcasm. Was it simply wishful thinking on her part, or did he look and sound excited by the thought of her sucking off the neighbor? But that was crazy. They’d never talked about bringing a third party into their bedroom. Bree had fantasized about it a time or two, but she’d never had the nerve to suggest it to Shane.

  On the other hand, hell, she couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone down on her or took her in a way other than missionary. Their sex life had stalled right in the middle of the road, and if they didn’t find a pair of jumper cables soon, it would end up in the crusher—along with their marriage.

  Bree snatched the cordless off the end table and plopped down on the recliner across from him. She dialed Jeff’s number and finger-combed her long, dark mane as she waited for him to answer. Hell, she grew wet just thinking about Shane watching her stroke Jeff’s gorgeous nakedness.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Jeff, it’s Bree. Any chance you could run over here and open up my pipes?”

  Shane cast her an is-that-the-best-you-could-come-up-with look, took another swig of his beer and returned his attention to the TV.

  “Uh, sure. What happened? Where’s Shane?”

  “He’s here. I’m just having a little trouble dragging him away from the Super Bowl. I dropped my wedding band down the sink in the master bath. But if you’re watching the game, too, it can wait.” Please, say you’re not watching. She squirmed in her seat as she eyeballed Shane, wishing she could crawl inside his head, see exactly what was going on in there.

  “Holy shit, I completely forgot about the Super Bowl. I had a couple of emergency calls today. Tell you what, I’ll come get your ring out if you guys don’t mind me staying to watch the game on the big screen?”

  “Not at all, we’d love the company. I’ll even order pizza.”

  “You just said the magic words, darlin’. I’m on my way.”

  As soon as she disconnected, Bree blew Shane a saucy kiss and ran to the front door, checking her reflection in the mirror on the way. Her hair flowed over her shoulders in thick waves, her mascara and lip glo
ss still looked freshly applied. An old pair of Daisy Dukes hugged her hips while a royal blue babydoll T-shirt, several shades darker than her eyes, showed off her generous breasts.

  After a quick glance at Shane to see if she had his attention—and boy, did she ever—Bree swung the door open just as Jeff appeared around the corner of the garage. “I really appreciate this.”

  His dark hair slicked back, as if he’d just gotten out of the shower, Jeff winked and gestured with his trusty plumber’s wrench. “Anything for a pretty lady and pizza.”

  With a soft laugh, Bree waved him in and led the way into the living room. Lord, the man was gorgeous, with a gray T-shirt stretched tautly over his muscular chest, that great ass and those long, powerful legs encased in a pair of well-worn Levis. His dimples were as potent as ever, and those sexy brown eyes were almost as amazing as her husband’s.

  Shane jumped to his feet and shook Jeff’s hand. “Hey, man, can I get you a beer?”

  Bree had to bite back a laugh. Since she knew Shane wasn’t gay, his sudden enthusiasm could only mean one thing—she was right. He wanted to watch her give the neighbor a blow job. And maybe more. She could be wrong, of course, but she didn’t think so. After almost four years of mostly wedded bliss, Bree knew when Shane was sexually excited.

  “That’d be great, thanks.” Jeff glanced at the big screen before checking his watch. “This shouldn’t take but a minute.”

  While Shane headed off to the kitchen, Bree led Jeff upstairs to their bedroom and into the master bathroom. She opened the vanity and stepped aside. “Thanks again, I really appreciate this.”

  “Not a problem.” He grinned. “There’s not much I wouldn’t do for beer and pizza.”

  Good to know.

  Jeff lay on his back and got to work on the pipes. He had her ring out in record time and was just finishing up when footsteps sounded on the stairs. Shane strode into the room, three bottles of beers clutched in one hand. He caught her attention and nodded toward Jeff, as if he were sending her some sort of secret message.

  Silent permission to seduce the neighbor?

  Bree glanced at Jeff’s denim-clad crotch, and lust pooled between her legs, wet and hot. The thought of Shane watching her suck Jeff’s cock only intensified the throbbing down below. She looked back at her husband for reassurance.

  Shane smiled and nodded again, his approval unmistakable. Oh, wow, they were really going to do this! Bree blew him another kiss, then got down and straddled Jeff’s hips before he had a chance to climb to his feet.

  With a deep chuckle, Jeff dropped his wrench and grasped her hips. “Hey, baby, now I’m not complaining. You’re easily the sexiest woman I know. But I like Shane and would never fuck around with his woman behind his back.”

  “So how about in full view?” Shane asked as he stepped into the bathroom.

  Jeff eyed Bree and then Shane. “You guys are shitting me, right?”

  In response, Bree braced her hands on Jeff’s pecs and gyrated on his lap. Within seconds, he was rock hard. She let out a delighted laugh. “Hey, if my man wants to watch me go down on our handsome neighbor, who am I to complain?”

  Jeff continued to eye both of them, indecision etching the corners of his eyes. That he wanted to join them was obvious, considering the flagpole she was sitting on. He slowly slid his hands up until his thumbs rested just beneath her breasts and looked at Shane. “You sure about this?”

  Shane set the bottles on the counter and knelt behind her. He grasped the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, then undid her bra and tossed both aside. “Damn sure.” He tilted her head back and kissed her while Jeff cupped her breasts. “What about you, baby? If you aren’t a hundred percent comfortable with this, we can forget it, head downstairs and watch the game.”

  She wrapped her arms around Shane’s neck as Jeff’s thumbs traced circles over her nipples. She licked her lips and arched her back, more turned on than she’d been in…hell, maybe ever. Her pussy dripped with excitement, her mouth watered in eager anticipation. “I love you,” she mouthed to her husband. He gave her one last kiss, got up and stepped back.

  Let the games begin.

  She slid back until she sat astride Jeff’s thighs. He released her nipples with obvious reluctance but perked up when she grasped his zipper. She slid it down slowly, teasing him inch by luscious inch. The head of his dick strained against the waistband of his briefs, desperate to come out and play. Oh, yeah.

  Bree licked her lips again, so horny she feared she might burst into flames. As if unwrapping a present, she drew the waistband down and reverently caressed his thick shaft. She met Jeff’s heavy-lidded gaze as she pulled his impressive hard-on free and gripped it tight.

  Jeff sucked in a breath. He was stiff and hot and smooth as silk. Knowing how much Shane liked dirty talk, she said, “Mmm, you’re so hard. I want your cock in my mouth. You want that, too, don’t you, Jeff?” Slowly, she stroked him down and back up, once, twice, drawing a groan from deep in his chest.

  “God, yes.”

  The bed squeaked behind her, and she figured Shane had taken a seat, no doubt watching with keen interest. Bree released Jeff’s shaft and climbed off his lap to kneel beside him, making sure her husband had a clear view from the bed.

  Shane sat on the edge, reclining with his arms stretched behind him and his legs spread out in front of him. A very serious erection strained to be free of his sweat pants, but he seemed content to ignore it. Guess she’d have to see if she could change that.

  Bracing one hand on Jeff’s rippled six-pack, Bree reclaimed his thick shaft and leaned in to kiss the head. She ran her tongue over it, tasting the bead of moisture that wept from the tip, then closed her lips over the mushroom and sucked gently.

  Jeff gave a small buck and let out a breathless curse. Bree chuckled. “You taste as good as I knew you would.” She opened wide and took as much of him into her mouth as she could. Closing her lips, she sucked hard all the way back up.

  One of Jeff’s hands settled on her denim-clad ass, and the other tunneled into her hair. He didn’t apply any pressure, just held on as she worked her way up and down his fat cock, licking his thick shaft, sucking the head.

  As good as this was, it wasn’t nearly enough. Now that she was living a fantasy, she wanted it to last as long as possible. She wanted to explore her deepest desires, pleasure Jeff like he’d never imagined and at the same time remind Shane of how good things could be between them again by giving him an afternoon to remember.

  Bree released him and climbed to her feet. She walked into the bedroom, stopping just a couple feet from the bed. With both men watching her, she undid her shorts and slowly shimmied them and her thong down her legs. Shane’s eyes smoldered with lust as they followed her every movement, while Jeff leisurely stripped off his clothes, socks and shoes.

  “You are one lucky man,” Jeff said, his voice reverent as he admired her. His thick pole, wet from her mouth, stood at full attention.

  Shane’s loving gaze met hers. “I haven’t forgotten.” He sat forward, hands on knees, as if getting ready to join in, his smile the most beautiful thing in the room.

  Giddy with emotion, Bree got down on her knees at the foot of the bed, facing sideways in front of her husband, and crooked a finger at Jeff to beckon him forward.

  “Ain’t gotta ask me twice,” he teased, stepping up next to her.

  “You’re gorgeous, absolutely perfect.” She ran her hands up his heavily muscled thighs. “Second only to my husband.”

  She wrapped her fingers around his rigid sex and stroked a time or two, then cupped his balls with her free hand. God, he was beautiful. Her core grew hot and wet just thinking about fucking him.

  “Go on, baby, don’t make the man wait,” her husband said, his voice thick.

  She wiggled her ass playfully, leaned in and took Jeff’s cock into her mouth. With one hand massaging his balls, she worked his shaft and sucked him, moving her lips in swift rhythm with her
hand.

  Jeff’s head dropped back on his shoulders with a softly muttered, “Fuck yeah.”

  He grasped her head with both hands and started pumping his hips, but Bree didn’t want him to come just yet. With one last hard suck, she released him and rose to her feet. “I need to feel you inside me. Would you like that, Jeff? You wanna fuck me?”

  Bree ran her hands over his granite-hard chest, down his abdomen, loving the silky feel of his skin over the steel of his muscles. Jeff gazed down at her with an intensity that set her whole body aflame.

  “More than I want air,” he said, casting a curious look at Shane, as if seeking permission.

  And now for her husband to join the fun. Kneeling between his spread legs, she smiled up at him. Shane winked at her before capturing one pebbled nipple and gently squeezing. Eager to get this threesome going, Bree glanced over her shoulder at Jeff. “I love it doggie, Jeff. That all right with you?”

  “Your wish is my command, honey. Got a condom?”

  Shane nodded toward the nightstand. “Top drawer.”

  Bree lifted the hem of Shane’s shirt, and he yanked it off and tossed it on the floor. She placed her hands on his spread thighs. “Your turn.”

  “Don’t hold back, baby.” He braced himself on the bed with one hand and whipped his sweats off with the other.

  With a soft laugh, she caught his rock solid erection with both hands and gripped him tight. “Never even considered it.”

  Shane leaned back on his elbows, his eyelids heavy as he watched her. She took him in her mouth and consumed every last inch of him before laving her way back up to suck the head. She moved down and licked his balls, drawing one gently into her mouth, then the other.

  Jeff settled in behind her and gave her ass a playful slap before teasing his fingers over her quivering anus to her wet folds. She closed her eyes when he slid first one finger into her slick channel, then a second, stroking in and out, getting her ready to take him inside. Mmm, she couldn’t wait to feel his stiff cock slide all the way in.

  Blood surged to her core, and the throbbing in her clit intensified. When he removed his fingers, she waited with bated breath for his hard length to drive home. At the same time she felt Jeff’s head at the entrance to her pussy, Shane fisted her hair in one hand and lightly tapped his dick against her chin as if to say, “Here I am!” She grinned up at him, opened wide and gobbled up his thick shaft.