Game (Gentry Boys, #3)(39)

Stephanie was still trying to catch her breath as I finished and crawled beside her.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, her hand over her face.

I was still hard enough to cut steel. “No, not god, sweetheart. It’s Chase.”

The front door opened and I heard Creed and Truly come rolling in. They must have been feeling amorous because they headed straight for Truly’s bedroom. I had no idea if they realized we were in the next room or not.

Stephanie stared as I wrapped her hand around my dick, showing her how I wanted to be stroked. Then she did what I hoped she would do. She bent between my legs and took me in her mouth. I ran my hands through her long curly hair. I gave her a few short instructions but she was doing just fine on her own.

“Shit, Steph,” I groaned, getting close and moving her head in the rhythm I wanted. “Back up honey. I’m coming soon.”

She started going harder, licking and sucking in the most fantastic, filthy way.

“I’m not f*cking kidding, Stephanie. I’m gonna come right in your damn mouth.” I always bullshitted with the boys about enjoying girls who swallowed. I was full of it. I wouldn’t come in a girl’s mouth.

But this one wouldn’t let up. She sucked harder and went deeper until I was hit by the tidal wave. I grabbed her hair yelled her name as I shot into her soft mouth. Stephanie took it all.

“Holy mother of all f*cks!” I shouted as she finally took her mouth away. I needed a minute to calm down. Shit, I needed three hours to calm down. I’d forgotten we weren’t alone until I heard loud banging on the wall. The entire apartment shuddered as my brother registered his displeasure. I heard Truly laughing, trying to shush him.

“I can’t concentrate with that shit going on!” Creedence yelled and I grinned, jumping off Stephanie’s bed and pulling a chair beneath the air conditioning vent between the two rooms.

“That’s so f*cking good!” I yelled into the vent. “Yeah, suck the sweet spot, suck it some more. What’s that? It’s the biggest one you’ve ever seen?”

“CHASE!” Creed bellowed and I pictured him on the other side of the wall, naked and ready to strangle me.

Stephanie was giggling at my back and Truly was laughing out loud in the next room. At least they thought I was funny.

Creed banged on the wall again. “Shut the f*ck UP!”

I jumped off the chair. “That guy has no appreciation for improvisational art.”

Stephanie’s face was red with laughter and her wild hair surrounded her. She was the picture of beauty. I hopped back into bed beside her.

“You’re crazy,” she giggled.

“You need some crazy,” I said, spooning my body around hers. I liked how we fit together.

“I guess I do,” she said, and leaned back into my chest with a sigh.

We stayed like that for a while and enjoyed the feeling of being close. I realized this was was what I’d wanted from her since that day she sat quietly beside me on a bench, just to let me know she cared.

Pretty soon it started to get noisy next door. It sounded like a gorilla was jumping on a trampoline while trying to yodel the lyrics to La Boheme.

I sat up. “What the hell are they doing? Jesus, and that * complains about my noise.”

Stephanie leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed her phone. In a moment the sound of a thunderstorm edged out the din of our neighbors’ passion.

“It’s a handy app,” she explained. “I have to use it a lot.”

I had better ideas for dealing with this. I peeled pack the covers she had wrapped herself in. “How about we try to compete instead? We can test out my aforementioned creativity.”

“Game on,” she laughed as I rolled on top of her.

And so it was.





CHAPTER THIRTEEN


Stephanie



Chase was already awake when I opened my eyes. In fact he was balancing both a plate and my ASU coffee mug in his lap as he lounged next to me on the bed.

“Hello,” he said cheerfully, taking a bite out of something dripping with gooey sugar. He offered me the cup of coffee and I gulped half the contents.

“You sleep like the dead,” Chase chuckled and now I could smell the aroma of Truly’s freshly baked cinnamon rolls. It was nice to have a roommate who woke up early, cooked avidly and then shared eagerly. Chase offered me a bite of his half eaten cinnamon roll.

“How long have you been awake?” I muttered, sitting up and quickly covering my bare breasts. Chase suffered from no such modesty. He sprawled in his boxers and took another bite of his cinnamon roll.

“Hours,” he said, licking his fingers. “I tried to wake you up a few times but you kept slapping me in your sleep.”

“Yeah, well I’m not a morning person.”

Chase nodded. “I figured. So I had to find quiet ways to entertain myself as I waited. It’s a good thing I’m so imaginative.”

I took another drink of coffee. “What does that mean? Did you go through my stuff or something?”

“No, I went through you. You’re so sexy when you’re unconscious. Tell me about your dreams, Steph. Were you perhaps rowing a boat hard on the high seas?”

“Liar.” I shoved him lightly and was met with firm, muscled resistance. “There’s no way you had sex with me in my sleep.”