Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
I glance at Jet and he smirks, lifting his pen and likely scratching off Mr. Green on his card.
“Great job, noob,” Jonathan says.
I huff at him. “It’s your fault.”
He cocks an eyebrow with interest. “Is it? Why?”
“Because—” As soon as I open my mouth, I realize I can’t even say anything without making it worse.
The amusement in his pretty blue eyes intensifies.
“I hate you,” I tell him.
“No, you don’t.”
Milo grabs the dice and brings his hand to my mouth. “Blow.”
I glance back at him uncertainly.
His gaze is warm like he’s not irritated which settles my nerves a bit. “For luck,” he explains.
I swallow, then I blow on his dice.
He drops them on the table, then moves a few spaces into a room. He makes a suggestion, and Jonathan shows him a card, then he marks something off on his paper. I could look since I’m on his lap, but I don’t.
Jonathan rolls next, and while he does, Milo’s hand returns to my tummy. My insides are already a jumbled mess from hopscotching through various humiliations while we play this game, so his warm, steady palm against my skin feels extra reassuring.
This game has been stressful so far. Maybe not the game itself, but playing with the Granvilles.
He knows it, so he soothes my anxiety, tenderly rubbing my tummy until my body is relaxed. Once I am, he slides his hand down inside my sleep shorts and palms my pussy.
I sigh softly, but try to remember where I am and keep a straight face despite the temptation to sink back against him and just let him make me feel good.
It’s Jet’s turn again when I turn my attention back to the gameplay. I completely missed Jonathan’s turn.
“I’m so bad at this game,” I whisper to Milo.
He chuckles and kisses my shoulder as he teases my entrance. “It’s your first time.”
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and let my teeth sink into it as his finger pushes into me just a little. “Is playing games with you guys usually this stressful?”
“I’m not sure,” he murmurs idly. “We’ve never played with a girl a couple of us have slept with before, so I don’t have a frame of reference.”
Well, that’s embarrassing.
I start to cover my face with my hands, but Milo murmurs a noise of mild censure and pulls me close so he can kiss the side of my head. “No hiding. No shame, remember? It’s just a thing that happened. It doesn’t matter.”
“Can our next game have fewer objects that could be used as sex toys? I feel like that would be less embarrassing.”
He chuckles. “Maybe we’ll play Scattergories or Scrabble next family game night.”
I can still envision Jonathan spelling or writing naughty things to embarrass me. “Maybe we just won’t invite Jonathan,” I say, only half-kidding.
“Do you usually talk about me when my dad touches you, stray?”
My eyes widen and I look at Jonathan across the table.
He cocks an eyebrow. “You didn’t think I’d hear my own name?”
I didn’t think he’d call me out on it.
On reflection, I don’t know why, though. He’s such a jerk.
“You guys are going to be exceptionally easy to beat tonight,” Jet remarks. “No one has their eye on the prize.”
“Sure we do,” Jonathan murmurs, gazing across the table at me.
It’s official. I’m wearing blindfolds and ice packs to future game nights.
On my next turn, I get to make another suggestion. This time, I decide to accuse my beloved of slaughtering some fool with a dagger.
“You think I’m a murderer, huh?” he murmurs.
“Baby, I’m not mad. I’m sure he deserved it. I’ll even help you roll up that ugly old carpet and get rid of the body if you need me to.”
Milo smirks, then says, “Well, I’m glad you feel that way because I can’t disprove your suggestion.”
“Interesting,” Jonathan says, sliding his front card to the back, then showing me his dagger.
Even that sounds sexual and I only thought it in my head.
This game is so pervy.
Jet’s turn is next, but he doesn’t reach for the dice. “Professor Plum used the lead pipe in the billiard room.”
My jaw drops open. “What? How…?”
He leans forward and grabs the cards to check, then he lays them out face up and, sure enough, he’s right.
Milo and Jonathan both toss their cards over to Jet. “Told you it’d be quick.”
“But how could he possibly know that?”
“You want to play another round?” Jet asks me instead of his dad or brother.
“Can we not?” I glance around to make sure no one is offended. “I love the family game night thing, but I need to be better prepared before we play again.”
Jet smirks. “Maybe I can tutor you.”
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After the stress of that game, I’m more than happy to settle in on the couch and watch a movie together while dinner cooks.