Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Julia pulls out her phone and does a quick google search. “Oh my God, you actually are.”
“Told you,” I smirk.
“Fine,” she says, holding her hands out for the quarters. “I picked this because I thought it might be an even playing field. But next game I’ll be sure to pick something that I can win.”
“Good luck,” I tell her. “I’m not going easy on you.”
“I wouldn’t want you to.”
And I love that about her. Julia isn’t so fragile that she needs someone to diminish themselves or their efforts so that she can feel good about herself. That being said, if she doesn’t win any games, I might ease up a little anyway. I don’t want her to win nothing.
But she’s not too bad. And it’s been a while since I actually played. “You’re actually making me work for it,” I say as she lands one of her balls in the high-scoring hole.
Julia lifts an eyebrow and coyly looks over her shoulder. “Well, I’m not making you work to fuck me, so I have to make you work for something.”
I choke on a laugh, and nearly miss my next shot. But I don’t. It’s a close game, but I still win. “Well, since you’re not making me work for it, and I’m winning, I’ll make sure the next time is very good for you.”
Julia lifts up on her toes to press a kiss to my lips, and I love that she feels comfortable enough to do that. That we’re not hiding despite the fact that she snuck out of her bedroom window to be here. “I thought your goal was to make it good for me every time.”
“That’s true,” I say, catching her behind her neck and keeping her close. “You caught me.” I kiss her deeply, invading her mouth with my tongue, dancing with hers and making her think of all the things I can do with it. I’m nearly dizzy when I pull away, and I know that she is too, but I pretend not to be. “Your turn.”
She shakes her head a little, and completely misses her next shot. I perfectly land the final throw, and the machine rings the bells that declare me the winner. Julia glares at me. “You kissed me like that so you would win.”
“I never said that I would play fair,” I say, smirking.
Julia smirks back. “Game on, Eddie.”
“Eddie?”
“Until I decide otherwise, yeah. Eddie.” She heads off through the arcade in search of another game, and I nearly groan when I see her choice. There’s already a crowd gathered around it, with people going at it. It’s the dance game that was—and still is—popular. I’m a decent dancer, but not when there are arrows on a screen shouting at me.
“Really?”
“Bet your ass. This is something I think I can win.”
I laugh, and pull her against me so we can wait in line. “I’m not going to argue with that.”
The two people currently going head-to-head are insane. There’s so many arrows and double arrows on the screen that I can barely interpret them, but they’re moving so smoothly that it looks almost like they’ve memorized the routine. I suppose it’s possible that they have, if they’re that good. “Please tell me you’re not going to make me play at that difficulty,” I whisper in Julia’s ear.
“God no. That would be mortifying for both of us. We can play on a healthy easy.”
“Thank fuck,” I say, pressing my lips to her cheek. She shivers against me, and I don’t think that I’ll ever get tired of that feeling. She wants me, and I want her. Even though I already had her this morning, I’m growing hard just thinking about it, and feeling her ass nestled against my cock. I’m glad that she’s in front of me because there’s no way to hide this erection, and she can definitely feel it.
“Trying to get out of playing the game?”
“No,” I say. “But your ass is very tempting.” Julia tilts her hips back, pressing back into me which only makes me harder. “You’re not helping.”
“I think I’m helping a lot.”
I start solving math problems in my head because the people in front of us have stepped up to the game, and I’ve only got a couple of minutes to get my body under control. But damn it, Julia keeps wiggling. “Dammit, Julia.”
She giggles, and it’s the best sound in the whole fucking world. And I do more math problems in my head because I want to dance with her and make her laugh again. That’s definitely going to happen, the way my coordination is.
Reluctantly, my cock calms down. Partially on my own mental promise that I’ll let him be happy later. And the people in front of us finish a routine that was way faster than the first one I saw but still way too complex for me. I let Julia take care of this game, and she navigates the interface like she has it memorized. This is something I didn’t know about her.