Blind Reality (Blind Reality 1)

“Josh and Joey, tell the viewers what you miss about the outside world.”

I glance at Joey and she looks at me. We both shrug. Honestly, living in the house is nice. We don’t have to grocery shop and I already do my own laundry. I guess I miss work the most.

“Freedom,” Joey blurts out and I have to agree with her. Being confined to the house does have its drawbacks, but I also enjoy the privacy in the sense that fans are not hounding me all the time.

“I agree with Joey. It’ll be nice to get outside and not be surrounded by walls all the time, and I’m looking forward to going back to work. I have a few projects coming up that I’m eager to work on.”

“What’s the first thing you’ll do as a couple once the show is over?”

We glance at each other again and smile, but it’s me who talks to the camera. “A honeymoon would be nice, but we’ll have to see what my schedule is like.”

“The light went off,” Joey says as she points to the camera.

I lean closer and sure enough the red light is non-existent.

“Now what?” she asks because usually they call in the next person or couple and I’m not hearing anything over the loud speaker.

“Do we stay?”

Joey shrugs. “I’m not sure that’s what they’re looking for?”

“What if it’s what I want?” I wiggle my eyebrows and receive a slap across my leg, giving me a great idea. “What if we fight?”

“Fight?” she questions.

I shrug. “Yeah, you know, play boxing. I’ll even let you kick my ass.”

Joey stands and places her hands on her hips. The look she’s giving is full of sass. I struck a nerve, just like I planned. Standing, I mimic her stance. She glares and I poke her in the shoulder.

“What do you mean, you’ll let me kick your ass? What makes you think I can’t do it?” She steps closer, her chest almost touching mine. Logic says to step forward so her breasts are touching me, but the child inside says to provoke her. Help bring out her wild side.

“You’re a girl. I’m a guy. Laws of nature dictate that you can’t.”

Just as the words leave my mouth, her leg rears back and connects with my leg. The kick to my chin stings and I have to hold back a hiss. I don’t want her to know she hurt me, even a little bit. I wasn’t expecting her to do it or I might have prepared better.

“Did that hurt?”

“No,” I lie.

This time she pinches my arm. It isn’t a normal pinch either. It’s one of those where she grabs arm hair and twists. My mouth drops open, but I hold back the ‘ow’ that wants to escape.

“What about that?”

“Are you trying to hurt me?”

“You said you wanted to fight. So I’m fighting.”

“I don’t think I like the way you fight,” I tell her, much to her displeasure.

“How do you suppose we fight?”

“Like this,” I say, and without hesitation, I capture her lips. Starting off slow, our lips dance with each other. I have no doubt we’ll be explosive when we can be together. My tongue traces her bottom lip, while her mouth opens slightly, telling me that she wants more. Hell, I want more. The moment our tongues touch, she becomes alive. Her fingers are pulling at my hair and the sharp pain is worth it. When she moans, I just about come undone. I could kiss her all day and night if she’d allow me to. I leave her lips, kissing my way along her jaw to her ear, pulling her lobe lightly. Her neck beckons me, begging me for attention. Her soft whimpers spur me on, so I pull her closer, showing her what she does to me.

My lips trail over the top of her breasts, and to the other side of her neck. She pulls my hair, bringing my mouth back to hers. As soon at our lips touch, I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. Sitting us down, I grip her hips, moving her back and forth. I need this with her. I can’t continue to hold back if I’m going to try something with her outside of the house.

We need to win master suite because I need her.

“Amanda and Gary to the confession room.”