The Revenge Games Duet

My laughter dwindles to a smile.

“I forfeit.” I raise my hands in the air. “You’ve got me. You’ve won.”

“Have I?”

“Yes, I just told you that you won.”

“Do I have you… all of you?” he questions, almost a plea.

The hazel of his eyes is staring back at me, deep and meaningful waiting for me to answer this question. We’re dating—that’s it. I don’t want to confess to him that in only the short time I have been with him, he has made me

feel more alive than I have ever felt in my entire life. Every moment we spend together makes me fall harder, and that part, I want to keep to myself.

“Wesley…” I lower my tone, resting my hand on his chest. “You’re something.”

“Something? Like something awful? Bad?”

“Terrifying,” I slip, my guard falling to pieces. “I don’t know how to stop—”

“Stop what?”

“You.”

“Why does it have to stop?”

I try to pull away, though he’s quick to drag me back into him. “I’m a realist. I have my life, and you have yours.”

He lets go, much to my disappointment. “And what if my life is you? Then what?”

Never have I expected to hear these words from Wesley Rich. The same Wesley Rich who drove me crazy the moment I met him.

The sound of the wind rustling the trees hides the silence between us. I want him. All of him, and admitting that is so hard I almost cry to myself.

“My life is my brother, my mom, my best friend back home,” I choke, dropping my gaze to the water and watching the calming blue to distract myself from getting upset.

His hand wraps around my waist, and slowly, he lifts my chin so our eyes meet.

“What about me? I’m the only one here, now, maybe forever.”

My eyes close, my lips touching Wesley’s in a long, deep kiss. Our bodies wrap around each other in the water as Wesley moves us slowly toward the edge while our lips remain locked.

His wet hair is smooth as I run my hands through it, moaning softly as our tongues battle feverishly on this warm summer’s night. Our bodies are like magnets, drawn to each other, a force so strong that neither of us has any control.

Wesley Rich is an addiction, and I just can’t stop.

Underwater, his knees bump against mine, forcing my legs apart. I gasp, holding in my breath as he enters me, keeping his pace nice and slow. Extending my arms back, I place my hands on the edge of the pool for support, riding him with my body half out of the water.

With my body a light weight beneath the water, Wesley wraps his hand around my waist, thrusting himself into me and freeing his other hand to tug on my nipples as they come out of the water.

“God,” he whispers, out of breath. “You’re so fucking sexy when you’re innocent. I bet you’ve thought about this. Fucking a man like me in a pool.”

My head falls back, exposing my neck as I allow my body to experience this pleasurable moment. My hips buckle forward, grinding against him and demanding he go in deeper. When my eyes begin to flutter, the kiss of his lips between my breasts sparks a violent finish as my orgasm rips through me.

“Yes,” I cry, my body possessed in the moment. “You… I want you… forever.”

The high begins to come down yet remains steady as he slams into me and shouts a string of profanities that echo in the dark night.

“Fuck.” He breathes in and out, holding me tight and still inside me. “You’re amazing.”