Page 38 of Forever my Love

ChapterTwelve

How in the hell was Hailey winning? He wondered if subconsciously he was letting her win. Then he focused really hard on the game and was still behind in points and precious life beans.

What in the hell?

“Are you sure you’ve never played this before?” he asked for the tenth time since they’d started the game.

“I’ve never played any video games before,” she said, not taking her eyes off the screen. Then she slammed down another magic fruit and upped her score even more.

“Ugh,” he groaned, searching around the field for more berries or magic fruit. Instead, he tripped over a toadstool and lost life beans. “Shit.” He smiled when he remembered a shortcut to a bean stash.

“That’s cheating,” she said when he tripled his bean count.

“What? Just because I wrote the code doesn’t mean it’s technically cheating,” he said as he watched his score go up even more. He was still behind her, but at least he wasn’t losing by hundreds.

“You’d better watch out. My pixie is going to cast a spell on your Watchman,” she warned, seconds before his character turned blue. Suddenly, his controller stopped working and Sidlyk the Watchmen, the character he normally played, started following her pixie around as if she was his owner.

“Damn it.” He set the controller down. “Best two out of three?” he said as she made Sidlyk do cartwheels. She laughed.

“This was by far the most fun I’ve ever had,” she said, setting her controller down.

“I should have started you out playing my normal game. Sidlyk is a level-fifty Watchman in that game, not a measly level one like your pixie.”

“Don’t be a sore loser.” She nudged his ribs. “My pixie will gain more powers, just wait and see.” She leaned back on the sofa. “She just needs more training.”

He leaned back with her and let their shoulders touch. Their sandwiches and chips had been devoured hours ago, before they’d gotten lost in the competition of the game.

“Oh, and what about Hailey?” He shifted, pulling her up over him until she was looking down at him, smiling. “How much training is she going to need to be powerful enough to make me follow her around and do cartwheels?”

She ran her hands through his hair and then leaned closer and whispered in his ear.

“Something tells me it won’t take much, other than a promise of a repeat of last night.”

He felt his entire body go rigid as his mind replayed the evening before.

“Damn, you’re probably right.” He groaned as he ran his hands over her body. “We could head upstairs now and…”

“No, here, now.” She covered his mouth with hers. “Please.”

It was the please that did him in. The soft way her voice almost cracked as her hips moved over his.

He would have given her anything. Hell, he would have done cartwheels if she’d ask him to at the moment.

Then she surprised him by leaning back and quickly removing her shirt. The white bra underneath was like a beacon in the dark room.

The scene of his character flipping upside down was frozen on the television.

When she started unbuttoning her jeans, he moved to cover her hands and take over the task for her.

Slowly, he helped her remove each barrier on the both of them. When they sat there completely naked, her eyes boldly ran over him.

She was standing in front of the television set, nothing more than a dark silhouette. His eyes took in her curves, how wonderful she was.

So much had changed in her in such a short time. She was growing bolder, stronger, more exciting.

He slipped on a condom and wiggled his finger at her.

“Come here, sit on me,” he said, motioning to his lap.