Page 106 of Brutal Reign
“I was just fucking with you,” I chuckle, banding an arm tightly around her waist to keep her anchored against me. “Clearly, I don’t let you win, or you wouldn’t be pouting about losing right now. And since I beat you fair and square, I want a victory kiss.”
River’s brow furrows as she shakes her head, eyes still darting around nervously. “I made out with Ace in front of everybody last night,” she mumbles in a low voice. “People are gonna talk shit if I’m making out with you less than twenty-four hours later.”
“Let them talk shit,” I scoff, pulling her tighter against me and sinking the fingers of my other hand into her hair at the nape of her neck. I draw her face in closer, blocking out her view of the rest of the lounge until she’s forced to meet my eyes. “We’re just making all those fuckers jealous.”
Her lips part on a soft whine of protest, but if she really wants to stop me, she’ll have to do better than that. She offers no resistance as I lean in to capture those pillowy lips with my own, my fingers tightening their grip in her hair to hold her in place as I claim her mouth in a filthy hot kiss.
Damnit, I wish this lounge wasn’t full of people right now. I’m rock hard, the heat of her center riding the ridge of my dick as she rocks her hips over my lap, her tongue lashing against mine. She gives me just enough to satisfy my craving before pushing back against my chest and breaking the kiss, but the sight of her flushed face and puffy lips only has me aching for more.
From the look in her eyes, I’m not the only one. The heat in them is unmistakable as she stares back at me in a momentary daze, then lifts her gaze to glance around the room again apprehensively.
“Hey, where are you going?” I growl, clamping my hands down on her thighs as she starts shuffling backwards to get off my lap.
“Hayden’s summoning me,” she breathes, nodding toward the couches in the corner of the lounge.
I follow her gaze, frowning at the sight of her purple-haired friend beckoning her over with a frantic wave.
“Fine,” I grunt, loosening my grip and allowing her to climb off.
River rises to stand in front of me, still blushing as she reaches up to smooth her mussed hair. “I’ll be back,” she quips, winking. She slides Ace a coy smile, then turns on a heel, starting across the lounge toward her friends.
I heave a sigh as I reach over to pick up my controller again. “You can pick the track,” I tell Ace, hitting a button to go back to the main menu of the racing game.
“Nah, you pick,” he replies nonchalantly, adjusting his grip on his own controller.
I start mindlessly scrolling through our options, skimming the titles. “You like Virgin Beach, right?” I ask, hovering over the track listing.
“Sure,” he agrees, snorting a laugh of amusement. “Seems fitting, after last night.”
Ace’s mood has done a complete 180 since this time yesterday, so obviously he and River finally sealed the deal after I left them to their own devices. Not that I wanted to leave. I had to force myself to walk out that door, knowing Ace needed his own moment with her like I got mine.
“Hate to break it to you, but that was far from her first time,” I say with a low chuckle, hitting the button to select the track.
He rolls his eyes, leaning over to punch me in the arm. “I know that, dickhead. I was talking about me.”
“Yeah right,” I laugh, brushing him off and sitting up straighter in preparation for the race to begin.
“Seriously, bro,” Ace murmurs quietly as we both watch the countdown start up on the screen. “She was my first.”
“Dude,” I scoff disbelievingly. “We’ve hooked up with other girls together.”
“Well yeah, but I never went all the way,” he points out.
I whip my head sideways to look at him, brow furrowing and mouth dropping open. “Are you fucking with me right now?” I question, combing through my memories of our prior shared trysts. The more I think about it, though, the more it dawns on me that I’ve never actually seen him fuck anyone. Blowjobs, sure, but beyond that…
“How did I not know this?” I demand, still blinking at him in bewilderment.
He shrugs a shoulder, turning to meet my stare. “You never asked. It’s not like I did anything to stop people from assuming, either.”
I shake my head, scrubbing a hand over my face. “Well fuck,” I grumble. “Does she know?”
“Yeah, I told her,” he replies, lips curving in a smug smile.
A stab of jealousy twists in my gut. “How the hell am I supposed to compete with that?”
“It’s not a competition, remember?” he tuts, rolling his eyes again as he turns to look at the screen.
“Touché,” I murmur, glancing back to the screen right as the checkered flag waves to signal the start of the race. “Shit!” I blurt, mashing the buttons on my controller to speed away from the starting line.