The Sweetest Game (The Perfect Game 3)

The next morning I woke up to Cassie sleeping on my chest. My left arm was pressed against her back, which I figured was a complete waste since I couldn’t feel her skin through my cast.

She’d initiated sex last night and I let her control the pace. I figured she’d make me wait weeks to earn back her trust in the bedroom, but thankfully she wanted it just as badly as I did. After apologizing with my tongue until she came in my mouth, I entered her slowly, making sure nothing I did would remind her of the other night. It didn’t take long for her body to give itself over to me and for her mind to follow. Thank God.

No matter how much hurt and pain we’d caused each other in the past, the fact was that we were in it for the long haul. We trusted each other. Sometimes we lost our way, but we always found our way back. I never wanted that to end. And I never wanted to be the cause of it again. I hated that I scared her. What kind of asshole scares his wife during sex?

I tangled my good fingers through the strands of her long hair, surprised at how soft it always felt. She stirred against me. “Morning, babe,” she said against my chest.

“Morning, Kitten. ”

Her head shot up from my chest, leaving it cold and empty. “Oh my God. Do you remember what we heard last night?” She covered her mouth to stop from laughing too loudly.

I had forgotten. “We don’t know what we heard. ”

“Oh, bullshit! You know as well as I do they were totally having sex in our guest room!”

“Maybe they were just playing Monopoly. With their mouths,” I suggested with a smile.

She snorted. “Remind me to ask Melissa how Dean plays Monopoly because it sounded like she was really enjoying it. ”

“That’s ‘cause he’s a Carter,” I said matter-of-factly.

“You guys are good at board games?”

Smartass.

“I’m good at everything. Who knows what Dean’s good at. ” I rolled on top of her, pressing my hard-on against her.

“No way! I need to shower. ”

“Let me get you dirty first,” I whispered against her ear, taking the lobe into my mouth and sucking.

“How about you come clean me off instead?” She wriggled out from under me and the sight of her naked body caused my dick to throb even more.

Shower sex isn’t the same when you have a saran-wrapped cast on your good arm. But I powered through it because I’m a team-fucking-player.

When I walked into the living room awhile later, my brother was already at the table eating cereal. Smiling to himself. He looked like a complete asshole.

“Someone get some last night?” I gave his back a hard slap and he turned to smack my arm away, but missed.

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell,” he responded before spooning another bite of food into this mouth.

“You know,” I said as I sat down across from him and poured cereal into my own bowl. “Sound really carries in this place. I never knew that before last night. ”

He choked on his cereal. “You don’t say?”

I handed him a napkin. “Oh, I do say. I say very loudly and very scream-like,” I teased.

Cassie entered the room and sat down next to me at the table. She gave Dean a sweet smile and asked, “So, how was Monopoly? It sounds like you’re a really good player. ”

I fucking lost it. I laughed so hard I almost spit food across the table. When Melissa finally came out of the guest bedroom, I noticed my little brother’s smile grow wider. As she neared, his eyes lit up and he reached for her. His fingertips barely grazed her exposed skin before she angled her body away and picked the seat farthest from him. I only noticed all this shit because I was paying attention, not because I’m a pussy or anything.

“Are you serious right now?” Dean asked her, his tone instantly angry.

I sat up straighter, finding myself intrigued. The idea of my brother standing up for himself impressed me.

Melissa’s eyes narrowed as her cheeks reddened and she looked away. “Don’t do this here, Dean. ”