Playing His Game Part 4

"Are you even wet yet?" By the mutinous set of her lips, Roarke knew she planned not to answer. "Shall I find out for myself?" He knew if he touched her he wouldn't be able to stop, and that wasn't part of today's plan. He had no interest in forcing her. He wanted to seduce every one of the lovely Mya's senses until she was as desperate for him as he was for her.

With renewed determination, Mya pushed her head back into the pillows, resolved to ignore his presence. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensations that coursed through her body as she caressed her c.l.i.t. Random erotic images flew through her mind as she got wet. She brought a second finger into play to spread the moisture around and explore her deeper regions.

Mya arched her hips off the bed as she touched herself with an expertise born of practice. She grew wetter as her fingers increased their tempo and brought her closer to the brink.

Roarke wiped at the sweat beaded on his forehead as his amazed eyes soaked up every second of her solo show. His manhood throbbed with each beat of his heart, simpatico with each thrust of her hips. He longed to offer his a.s.sistance, but knew any reminder of his presence would shatter her pa.s.sionate haze, and the temporary illusion that they were both here of their own free will. He couldn't bite back a moan as she completely encased two of her fingers, and her body started to shake. A cry broke from her, and he knew this was no performance.

She blinked when he moaned, suddenly reminded of his presence. She had almost forgotten he was in the room with her. Even the renewed awareness of his presence couldn't stem the tide of her o.r.g.a.s.m as it washed over her. She shook with fulfillment, while tears leaked from her eyes. For a long moment after the last spasm had pa.s.sed, she lay on the bed and struggled to regain her breath and composure.

Finally, she lifted her head to find his intent gaze fastened on her. She had expected him to leer, or maybe stroke himself from his front-row seat. Instead, he wore a tender expression. She was too tired to a.n.a.lyze it, or play any more games for the day. "I'm leaving now. If you don't like it, do your worst."

Roarke glanced at his watch, amazed that an hour had pa.s.sed. "You're free to go-until Tuesday."

"Don't remind me," she muttered as she rolled from the bed. She kept her eyes off him as she grabbed her clothes from the floor and rushed into the bathroom. She stripped the teddy off and kicked it across the floor so she could dress in her own clothes. All the while, she attempted to ignore the uncomfortable dampness in her panties. She would shower at home.

On her way out of the bathroom, Mya saw her reflection and froze. She looked embarra.s.sed, but there was also a glow to her cheeks, and a sated look in her eyes. Her entire body felt relaxed, but she frowned when she realized she was still aroused. With a wordless cry, she denied what she saw in the mirror. She wrenched the door open and ran from the apartment without a word spoken to Roarke. She couldn't outrun the truth though.

As she flagged a taxi and dropped into the back seat, Mya s.h.i.+ed away from admitting that part of her-a very small part-had reveled in having an audience. No! She had not enjoyed the role of s.e.xual plaything thrust upon her. She had hated every minute of it. Only the dampness between her thighs countered her vehement denials of pleasure.

Chapter Five.

Details When Mya let herself into the apartment, she was surprised to find Bobby sprawled across the red leather sofa he had spent $3,000 for. She glanced at her watch. It was just past four, although the afternoon seemed to have taken forever. "You're home early."

He shrugged. "There was a problem with one of the cameras. Lenny sent us home for the day."

She frowned. "They let you go for that?"

Bobby shrugged again as he got to his feet. "What happened?"

Mya dropped her keys and purse on the table and deliberately avoided his eyes. "It's over."

"You mean he called it off?"

"No. It's finished for today. I don't want to talk about it."

As she turned down the hallway toward the bathroom, Bobby followed her.

"Tell me about it."

She sighed. "No."

"You owe it to me to tell..."

She spun around in mid-step, catching him off-guard. "I'm doing this for you, Bobby. Don't tell me I owe

you the details."

He nodded. "I'm sorry. It's just...I have to know."

"Why?"

"Was he better than me?"

She bit her lip, wanting to rea.s.sure Bobby, but not willing to set the precedent of divulging the details of

her meetings with Roarke. To continue functioning normally, she had to keep those separate from her real life. "Nothing happened today."

He c.o.c.ked an eyebrow. "Don't lie."

"I'm not! He didn't touch me."

Bobby put his hand on her arm. "I just wanna know..."

She jerked away. "I told you nothing happened." Mya stormed to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. She stripped off her clothes and started the hot water. She was bent forward to gather her

hair into a large shower cap when she felt Bobby's hands on her hips. She stood frozen as he slid his hand down her bottom to touch her intimately. "What are you...?" She started to stand, but his hand on her lower back stopped her. "Bobby?"

"Reminding us both," he said as he stepped closer.

Mya realized he was naked as his erection brushed her thigh. Despite the way her body still tingled with arousal, she wasn't in the mood. "Not now, Bobby."

He pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her until her back was pressed against his chest. "I need

you, Mya. I have to know you're still my girl."

With a sigh, she submitted to his caresses and moaned when he brought his hand up to rub her nipples. His other hand forayed inside her to ease his pa.s.sage. "You're so wet."

It sounded like an accusation. "I didn't..." She broke off when she decided it wasn't wise to tell him she

hadn't showered earlier. He would naturally wonder why she had needed a shower if nothing had happened. She sighed when he turned her around and lifted her in his arms. Bobby moved so that she was braced against the wall, then slid inside her.

Her softness tingled as it accepted his length, and she leaned forward as he filled her. Mya grasped his shoulders and began to thrust with Bobby. She tried not to think of anything that had happened earlier in the afternoon. She managed to ignore her thoughts as Bobby continued to push her bottom against the wall with each deep thrust. She was poised on the brink when she felt his fluid fill her before his erection softened.

Mya could have cried with frustration when he slid out and sat her on the marble tile. She continued to ache for fulfillment, but he already had that sleepy expression he got after making love.

His expression was brooding. "You were wet before I ever touched you."

She rolled her eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you that he didn't lay a hand on me?"

"Whatever happened, you liked it."

Mya turned away from him, too angry to speak.

His tone was still disgruntled when he said, "I bet that wiped away all memories of him."

Her mouth fell open, and she spun around to face him. "Is that what this was about? You were..." She floundered as she searched for a way to describe what he had done. "Was this about comparison?"

Bobby shook his head and pushed loose strands of hair behind his shoulders. "It's not like that. I just wanted you to remember what it's like with someone you love."

"But he didn't touch me!" Mya winced at the shrill tone and bit her tongue to hold back a scream.

His expression became sad. "How are we going to get through this if you won't be honest with me?"

"How am I supposed to do this if you insist on f.u.c.king me after each meeting to remind me who I belong to?"

His lower lip protruded. "I don't like sharing you."

She tossed her hands up. "Fine with me. I'll call Thomas and tell him to shove it."

Bobby's blue eyes grew dark, and he shook his head. "You can't. We have to do this."

She sighed. "Just let me cope in my own way. Don't ask for details, and don't make love to me to mark your territory."

After a pause, he finally nodded. "If that's what you want."

Before Mya could respond, he had hopped into her hot shower. She bit back her annoyance and sat on the toilet, knowing Bobby hated to share a shower unless they had s.e.x under the pulsating stream. She wanted to tell him that she didn't want any of this, but his spontaneous rendition of Another One Bites The Dust made it impossible for her to speak.

When he finally emerged, she was too tired to pursue the conversation. Mya got in the shower and yelped when cold water pelted her. She slid the gla.s.s door open a few inches and leaned her head out. "All the hot water is gone."

Bobby carefully wrapped his long locks in a powder-blue towel. "I noticed that too. Probably because you left the water running."

She slammed the sliding door closed, satisfied with its protesting thunk and the way it rattled. Mya's body shook as she tried to control her anger and repress the tears that p.r.i.c.ked the back of her eyes. It wasn't the lack of hot water-or even his ability to always make everything her fault-that made her so angry. It was a combination of the afternoon's events and his reaction-most especially his refusal to believe Roarke hadn't touched her. "I thought nothing would change," she whispered as the hair dryer turned on. She let cold water sluice the hot tears from her cheeks.

Chapter Six.

Family Dinner Roarke bit back a groan when Sam and Lisa made their big announcement. It wasn't that he wasn't happy for his oldest brother and sister-in-law, but he knew what he and Lenny were both in for as his mother's teary eyes fastened on the two of them. They sat at the opposite end of the white oak table, and both found their attention suddenly focused on their plates.

"When are you two going to give me grandchildren?"

Lenny's face reddened with embarra.s.sment. "I'm not even married."

"It's no wonder since you never date."

Roarke shared an amused look with Sam. In point of fact, Lenny dated frequently, but Mom refused to acknowledge his male friends. She had dismissed his being gay as "just a phase."

To Roarke's discomfort, her brown eyes, the same shade as his, turned to him. He held up a hand in an attempt to ward off the interrogation. "Don't start, Mom."

She shook her head. "You need a woman, son. I want grandkids."

He pointed to Lisa. "All you have to do is wait a few months."

Deirdre didn't pay any attention. "You're thirty-two-years-old. It's time you married and settled down."

"It's the new millennium. People don't marry so young these days." How did she always manage to reduce him to feeling like the same guilty five-year-old who ate the whole blueberry pie she had made for Dad's birthday?

She shook her head as she pointed to Sam and Lisa herself. "Posh. You marry when you find the right one. It's as simple as that."

He sighed. "I haven't met the right one." Unbidden, an image of Mya popped into his head, just as quickly followed by the ring on her finger.

"All I'm saying is you have to start looking."