Shit! I can’t think like this. I don’t deserve more than one night and I can’t give more than that. I already learned that once. She seems nice but what if she’s like Amber and just wants to use me and my family? What if someone gets hurt again? I couldn’t live with myself. Fuck if I don’t want her, though.
I can use her to take care of my cock myself, though. I start stroking and pulling, thinking about her. Her tits stretching another book t-shirt last night, her tight ass and those hips. I grip myself faster and thrust harder into my hand as I imagine that it’s her hands on my cock. And her mouth. Yes, that mouth that I think was made for me, sucking my cock in and out. That’s it. Just that image is enough to make me come harder than I ever have on my own. Holy fuck, I am done for.
As I lay there panting, my phone starts to ring. I stretch over to grab it and see that it’s my mom. “Hey Mom, what’s up?” I ask, trying to make my breathing sound normal.
“Hi Scotty,” she says, using my childhood nickname. “Luke wants to have a pool party this afternoon but I want to make sure he doesn’t bother you if you are planning to work.”
“No, it’s cool.” A pool party for Luke means plenty of college girls in barely there bikinis. Just what I need to get my mind off a certain bookworm. I think that maybe it’s time to get back in the saddle, so to speak.
“Great. Your dad and I are going to take Alex shopping and stay at Owen’s condo so that you boys don’t have to worry about her.”
“You mean so you don’t have to worry about us corrupting her!” I say with a laugh.
“We love you boys and support your choices, but yes.” She chuckles into the phone.
“I get it. And thanks for always supporting us. I’ll stop up at the house and give Alex some money so she can get whatever she wants.”
“You don’t need to do that, Scott.”
“Yeah, I do,” I tell her, remembering why I need to find a quick fuck and forget about Yasmin. I can’t have her. I won’t let myself.
* * *
Yasmin
I’m sitting at home, deciding which sexy romance book I want to read since Sam and Danny have banished me from the store today, when I get the text from Ryan.
My brothers and I are having a pool party. You should come if you’re not busy. It starts at 2:00.
I look at it and think about how to respond. When I drove up to their house last night, I nearly fainted. I mean, I know Maggie has a huge rock on her finger and everyone I had met in the family had been dressed nicely, but I had no idea that they were rich. Like, seriously rich. But they were so nice and down to earth that my unease went away immediately.
I think of my books and then I remember the cabanas with comfy looking couches that surrounded one side of their pool. If I could snag one of those, they would be perfect to read in. I saw ceiling fans and misters in them so I could be comfortable in the heat.
Making my decision, I text back a quick reply.
Sure, I would love to. Thanks.
I decide on the book and then think about what to wear. I have some skimpy bikinis but I don’t want to look like I’m looking to get laid. Although if I’m honest, and if last night’s dream is any indication, my body would like nothing more than to have Scott sink into it. Still, I’m not going there. I choose a more modest purple bikini with a bandeau top and boy short bottoms. I’ll wear a maxi over it, because what if no one is swimming at this fancy pool party?
I realize my mistake as soon as I pull up to the house at 2:30. The cars in the driveway are not fancy and the music and yelling from the backyard is deafening. I ring the bell but no one answers so I try the door which is unlocked. I walk to the backyard and take in a scene that looks straight out of a 80s frat movie. Girls in skimpy bikinis and college age guys are flooding the backyard. A few of the cabana curtains are closed and I can only imagine what is going on inside. I am ready to turn around when I hear my name.
“Yasmin! Glad you could make it!” Luke shouts from the pool.
I look over and see him surrounded by girls, all of whom shoot me death glares at his acknowledgement. I wave and as I turn to the left, I see Scott, also surrounded by girls. Our eyes lock and his seem to darken. I’m frozen again, but then he looks away and I see one of the girls next to him pouting and thrusting up her fake looking breasts at him. She is blond and super thin - the complete opposite of me. He smiles and starts talking to her. I know then that I was misreading him and stupid to even fantasize about him. Obviously, his tastes run to size zero not six (on a lucky day).
I look around again and see the cabana closest to the deep end is vacant and doesn’t seem to have anyone’s stuff in it to lay claim. This is probably because most of the party is centered around the shallow end of the pool where everyone can stand and party more easily. I make my way over, plop down on the couch - it is comfy - and start to read. Ryan and Owen come over to say hi and ask if I am okay over here by myself. I assure them that I’m fine and perfectly happy to be reading my book, alone. They bring me water and snacks and tell me to find them if I need anything else. I thank them, thinking that I really do like this family. Well, most of it.
I am at a very good part in my book, with the main characters about to finally have their epic sex scene when a guy comes over to the cabana. He’s around six feet tall with wavy blond hair and a surfer’s body. Board shorts ride low on his hips. He is cute but I’m not interested and really want to read my book.
“Hey, what is someone as hot as you doing here all alone reading?” he says, laughing in a mocking way.
“I like to read and this couch is comfortable,” I tell him and look back down at my book, hoping he takes the hint.
Which, of course he doesn’t. “You’re dismissing me? Really? Do you know how many girls out there would love to be alone with me?” he says, waving his hand out toward the pool.
“Well then maybe you should go back out there and find one.”
“Listen, bitch - ,” he starts to say, the expression in his eyes frightening me, when the voice from my dreams cuts in.
“No you listen, bitch. She made it clear that she’s not interested and now you need to step away.”
I look up to see Scott, dripping wet, looking menacing with his piercings and tattoos, glaring at this guy. He also looks hot, like really hot. Most of his chest is covered with tats and I want to explore them all with my hands. And Okay, my mouth and tongue too. Damn, I need to control myself before I jump him.
“Whoa dude, I didn’t know she was taken. Sorry man.” Surfer boy makes a hasty exit.
“What are you doing here, Yasmin?” Scott asks looking angry at me now.
“Ryan invited me,” I tell him defensively. I’m honestly a little hurt that he doesn’t seem happy to see me after last night. I thought… I don’t know what I thought, but I was obviously wrong.
“So, what, you come here in a dress with a book to read at a pool party?”
“I was planning to read today and I saw how comfy these couches looked last night, so why not? And, not that it’s any of your business, but I have a bathing suit on under my dress.”
“Well, then you need to get in the pool and have some fun.” And before I can think about that, he reaches over and picks me up in his arms, runs for the pool and jumps in the deep end.
I push to the surface, my book floating somewhere behind me. Scott surfaces in front of me. “What the hell was that for?” I ask him, treading water.
“I wanted you to have some fun.”
“I was having fun!”
“Reading? You’re at a pool party and reading is more fun?”
“I was at a really good part in my book!”
“A good part?” he says grabbing my book from behind me. Looking at the cover, his smirk is back. “Yasmin, I would happily do anything to you that you read in one of these books.”
What? Did he just say what I think he said? He is moving closer to me. We are about an inch away from each other now and the te
nsion is almost too much to bear. I want him to kiss me. I need him to kiss me. All over my body. Oh God, he’s leaning closer. Yes please.
“Scott,” I whisper, pleading with my eyes for him to kiss me.
“Yeah, baby. I know.” He moves his head toward me when all of a sudden he is hit in the head by a beach ball. I look past him and see the bikini girl smiling like she just won something.
And she did win. The spell is broken. Scott looks at me like a scared, cornered animal and then quickly swims to the shallow end and grabs bikini girl to dunk her under the water. They come up laughing. I can’t believe how stupid I am. Did I really think that he would kiss me when he could be with her? I can’t compete with her or any of the other girls at this party.
This is my cue to leave. I pull off my dress, grab my book, swim to the ladder and climb out of the pool. Ryan comes over to the cabana as I am toweling off and gathering my things.
“Are you okay? Scott can seem like an asshole sometimes, but he doesn’t mean it. It’s been a rough few months for all of us. You don’t have to go. I will keep him away from you if you want.” He’s so sincere and I hug him tightly.
“Thanks, Ryan. But this isn’t really my scene and I’m not in the mood to see Scott hooking up with someone else who I obviously can’t compete with,” I tell him honestly, instantly regretting it. Did I actually just admit to Ryan that I like Scott? What is wrong with me? He doesn’t make fun of me or tell me I’m right.
Instead, he looks at me curiously and says, “You like him. I thought you did last night, but now I know. Give him a chance, Yasmin. I think the two of you would be good together. Like I said, he’s really not the asshole that he seems to be sometimes. And as for competing with that girl, she has nothing on you. You look smoking hot in your bikini. There is not a guy here who wouldn’t want to have a chance with you.”
I look past him to see Scott in the pool with Bikini Girl. She is on his lap on the steps with her mouth latched onto his neck. He is looking straight at me while he rubs her back. He looks mad. What is he mad about? He reaches down and pulls her in for a kiss, looking at me the whole time.
“There’s one who doesn’t want to have a chance with me,” I say as I try not to cry.
Ryan notices the stricken expression on my face and turns around to look behind him. “That little fucker.” He turns back to me. “I’m sorry, Yasmin. There is no excuse for my brother or his behavior. Please don’t let it influence your opinion of the rest of us. We all really like you.”
“You don’t need to apologize for him. And it’s not like we are together or something. We had a good conversation last night and I thought that he was interested. But, I guess I was wrong. And I guess he felt the need to show me just how wrong I was. I really like everyone else in the family, too.” I look at him. “How come no one has snatched you up, Ryan? Although I’m not interested in you that way—no offense—a girl would be lucky to have you!”
He laughs heartily and then turns serious. “No offense taken. There was a girl once and she pretty much shredded my heart. I don’t let myself get close to anyone anymore. Not just because I am afraid of getting hurt. No one has ever come close to comparing to her, no matter how much she hurt me.”
I reach out to touch his cheek. “I’m sorry, Ryan. You deserve to be happy. I’m glad that we are becoming friends.”
“Me too, Yasmin. You’re a cool girl.” We both look over to where Scott is. He pulls his mouth away from Bikini Girl long enough to smirk at us and then he kisses her again, moving his hands under her bikini bottoms as she squirms.
“I really have to leave now,” I say and Ryan nods, looking disappointed. I wave goodbye to Owen and Luke, who look at me a little sadly, and then I’m gone.
Chapter 4
Scott
I wake up to the mother of a hangover, alone in my bed. Thank God I wasn’t drunk enough to let that girl in with me. She tried but I couldn’t even kiss her after Yasmin left, let alone get it up. I shouldn’t have kissed her while she was there, but seeing Yasmin in that sexy bikini, hugging Ryan with a smile made me want to kill my brother. I wanted to be the one hugging her but I knew I couldn’t. I had to make sure that she didn’t think what almost happened in the pool was going to happen again. So, I pretended to be into whatever her name was. I must have done a good job of convincing her because she left right away.
I wanted to want that girl and I tried to play along even though I felt nothing with her. Every time I tried, I saw Yasmin, with her lips parted and eyes going almost black when I told her I would do what those guys in romance books do for their girls. What the fuck was I thinking? Oh yeah, I was thinking that I needed to fuck her more than I needed my next breath. I would have, too, if whatever her name is hadn’t hit me with that ball. Jealous little bitch stopped me from tasting those hot lips that I think of all day and night.
I should thank her, really I should. She wanted me to thank her in a carnal way last night and I thought about it, really planned on it. It wouldn’t have been here, though. I don’t bring anyone into my home, my bed. It is always their place or a hotel or even their car. Never mine. Not even Amber. I am saving my places, if not myself for the “one.” I know it sounds cheesy, but I want what my parents have. I want someone special who is in the relationship just for me and nothing else.
Someone like Yasmin.
Fuck, I can’t think like that. I barely know her. But I know that she is saving my niece and my family loves her. And I want her so bad that I can’t even get it up for another, willing girl.
Maybe I do need to just fuck her. I could get her out of my system. I still don’t think one night would be enough. We could go to her place or a hotel for a weekend. I would need a Costco size box of condoms. Or two. Shit, I’m about to come just thinking about it, about her. Time for a cold shower. Or maybe a hot one, while I think of her in my arms for those few seconds.
After my shower, which lasted longer than planned since I had to take care of myself twice to avoid being rock hard for the rest of the day, I head outside. Luke and his buddies are just about done cleaning up the backyard. Even though we have a shit ton of money, my parents make us clean up after ourselves. We don’t leave extra work for anyone who works for us.
Blaine is one of the guys helping clean up and just seeing him makes me rage with jealousy and protectiveness. When I saw him go to Yasmin’s cabana yesterday, I wanted to go all alpha on his ass. I know she’s not mine and I don’t want her to be, but she is not going to be anyone else’s in front of me. That’s fucked up, I know, since I was all over someone else in front of her. But, I can’t help how I feel. As I walked up behind him and heard her trying to get him to leave, I wanted to protect her so much it hurt. I only ever feel that way about my family. And, she is not my family. I need to figure this shit with her out and fast.
“Hey man. What was your deal yesterday? You had Britt hanging off of you so I thought that cabana girl was fair game. Then you flip out on me, jump in the pool with her and get right back to Britt. Why were you cock blocking me if you didn’t want her for yourself?” Blaine says, trying to look intimidating.
It’s not working for him. “She was telling you to leave her alone and you weren’t listening so how was that fair?” I spit out.
“Whoa, wait. Cabana girl? Was he messing with Yasmin?” Luke asks me.
“He was trying to.”
“Dude, you stay the fuck away from her. I mean it. She is helping my niece and she doesn’t need to deal with your shit.” Luke turns on Blaine.
“What about your brother’s shit? He is the most fucked up of all of us and he can touch her, play mind games with her? She’s a hot piece of ass. I bet I could turn her no into a yes and make her scream my name all night if I tried a little harder. I would be okay with a no, too, if you know what I mean.”
As Luke and I both lunge for Blaine, Ryan and Owen run out of the house and grab us, holding us back. “Get the fuck out of my house and don’t come
back!” I yell.
He looks between me and Luke. “You heard him,” Luke says.
“You just fucked up, Luke. You won’t get in now.” He turns to the guys around us. “Come on. He’s not going to be in the frat so you don’t have to help him. Unless you and your brother want to apologize, Luke.”
“Just go, asshole,” Luke tells him, but I can see that he is upset.
When they are gone, I turn to Luke. “I’m sorry, bro, I had no idea that was going to happen.”
“I know. It just sucks. I was set in Chicago but here I have to earn it all again. But he’s a dick. You and Yasmin are more important.”
“She is. I’m not. I’m not worth it.”
“Shut the fuck up, Scott. How many times do we have to tell you that no one blames you for Amber? We love you. Why won’t you believe us? You need to forgive yourself,” Owen tells me and his eyes are glassy.
“That asshole was right about one thing. You can’t play with Yasmin. When you left her in the deep end and went back to what’s her name, she looked like someone kicked her puppy. If you want to be with her, go for it. But if you just want to play with her and use her, think again. We may not have known her long but I like what I know. And I know she is not one of your quick fucks,” Ryan says, giving me a stern look.
“Yeah, I could tell how much you liked her. She liked you too, it looked like. The way she was all over you in her bikini.” I am jealous again and I hate it, but that’s how I feel.
“All over me?” Ryan reaches forward and grabs my shirt. I work out but I am no way delusional enough to think that I could hold my own with my brother. He’s like a block of marble. “She gave me a hug because I was being nice to her. She was very clear in the fact that she is not interested in me, even if I wanted her. Which I don’t. I thought that I wanted her with you, but after you practically fucked that girl in front of her and let her walk away, I am not so sure anymore. What the hell were you thinking?” He shoves me backward, looking pissed. I look around to where Owen and Luke are both standing with their arms crossed, glaring at me.
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