Caged (Mastered 4) - Page 69

He curled his fingers into a fist. He needed to get his hands on her. Right now. Before some other guy touched her—guaranteed his hot woman would get hit on in here—and he ended up in jail for protecting what was his.

Deacon tracked her to the gigantic four-player Ms. Pac-Man game. He leaned against the wall and watched her as she watched others. She smiled softly at a pigtailed, redheaded girl. Something about that smile tightened his groin.

When she turned and meandered toward the six-player trivia game in the corner, his cock went harder yet, seeing her ass sway in those do-me stilettos.

He expected she’d continue to wander. But she hung back, observing the trivia game. When a spot opened up, she slid into the seat against the wall—a grandmotherly type sat on her right—and took out a plastic power card.

Well, well. The girl knew how to play.

Deacon didn’t bother reading the trivia question on the screen; he was too busy watching Miss Competitive be the first player to buzz in. Molly answered all six questions right and buzzed in fastest for bonus points. The ticket machine by her feet started spitting out tickets. She swiped her card and waited for the next round.

Molly won, same as before, and she looked mighty pleased with herself.

The next round she ended up second, and it appeared she planned to take her tickets and bail.

So Deacon moved in behind her, setting his hands on the back of her chair. “I’m a lucky man that my woman is whip smart, into games, and sexy as hell.” He rubbed his cheek along hers. “I’m happy to see you, babe.”

“You’re not mad I showed up?”

“Never.”

“What if your dojo buddies see me and accuse you of being pussy-whipped?”

“Don’t care.” He scraped his cheek over hers, and that sweet floral scent tickled his nose. He whispered, “I saw you.”

“Where?”

“On the monitors.” He dragged his lips across her jaw. “The second I saw you, I got hard.”

“Hold that thought. The next game is about to start.”

“Yes, it is, because you’n me are playing a game too. First question.” He let his breath drift across her ear, holding on to her biceps to absorb her shiver. “How many more times can I make you come today?”

Molly sucked in a soft breath and missed being the first player to buzz in—probably because she was thinking about the last orgasm he’d given her this morning.

“No fair.”

The timer went off on the screen, and Molly hadn’t even made a guess.

Deacon kissed her temple. “Finish up the trivia game. Then we’re outta here.”

“Maybe you don’t get to decide that. Maybe I had plans for you.”

“What kind of plans?”

Her sultry laugh burrowed into his ear, traveling down the center of his body to tighten his balls.

Fuck.

She didn’t say another word until the game ended. Then she leaned down and grabbed her tickets from the machine. She noticed the cup of tickets clutched in his hand. “Quite a lot of winnings.” She accordioned her tickets and tucked them in his cup. “Now you can think of me when you’re spending your load.”

He groaned. “Killing me, babe.”

“I saw another game I wanted to play.” She took his hand, and they wended through the crowd.

He had to give the eyes off her or I will fuck you up look to several douche bags with a fucking death wish.

She half turned and said, “Stop growling.”

“Better than throwing punches,” he muttered.

They ended up in the farthest corner, where the lame games were collecting dust. An old Kiss pinball machine had been shoved against the wall.

Molly swiped her card and “Rock and Roll All Nite” blasted out as the balls loaded.

“You like pinball?” he asked as he moved in behind her.

“Not really. I like that there’s no one back here.”

Deacon rested his hands on her hips, pulling her ass against his dick. As he pressed his lips to the back of her head, her soft hair caught on the rough stubble on his cheeks. The scent of her was another punch of lust.

“Deacon.”

“Yeah.”

“Were you serious?”

Ping, ping, ping sounded. “About what?”

Molly turned around and gripped his shirt to keep him from taking a step back. “About fulfilling my fantasies.”

He brushed his lips over hers. “Damn straight.”

“I have one.” She released his shirt and smoothed out the wrinkles. “It’s a game called ‘get off, get gone.’”

“Sounds dirty. I’m in.”

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