The Revenge Games Duet

by Kat T. Masen

  Ash spots us and runs straight to me, almost colliding with Poppy. “Emmy!” He hugs me tight, suffocating me with his odor of sweat and beer.

  “All right, you’re kinda strangling me.” I struggle to remove myself from his grip.

  “Can you believe I scored that last goal? Especially, since I had a huge fight with Sandy and was too pissed to tell you.”

  Well, that explains why Alessandra seemed almost robotic that morning. I didn’t think too much of it at the time, assuming she was stressed about the game like me.

  “Where is she?”

  “I don’t know. Don’t care. I’m so glad you’re here.” He suffocates me again, then stands on the table with a wobble, whistling loudly to the crowd. “I wanna do a speech.”

  The crowd cheers, a loud rumble with feet banging against the wooden floors.

  “Firstly, to Coach… you fucking break my balls, dude, and now I know why.”

  Coach Bennett tips his hat, smiling like a drunken fool.

  “To Mom and Dad… I fucking love you guys. You’re the best parents ever.”

  Another loud rumble from the crowd. Mom’s almost in tears, quick to wipe them away as she downs another beer. Dad looks equally emotional, rubbing his eyes with a dirty napkin from the table.

  Those two are unbelievable.

  “To Emmy… you’re my fucking sister for life. I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else shooting out of Mom’s vagina. Vagina log ride for life!” He raises his glass as every laughs.

  I scrunch up my face at the godawful speech. Mom’s vagina did not need attention and it’s not helping that she finds it equally hilarious.

  “And to this guy…” He points at Logan with a proud smile, holding his glass to his chest. “My brother for fucking life. No one will ever come between us.”

  The crowd roars until Ash yells drinks on him. I don’t think he’s thinking straight. The pub’s at full capacity and it’ll cost him a fortune. I should say something, but choose to teach the moron a lesson by ordering a drink myself.

  Poppy and I hang out with the fans who join us. They’re a cool bunch, eager to chat, but not so eager it’s creepy. We drink some rounds, talk about the show, sing along to the songs that scream over the speakers. We do a live Facebook video. Probably not the brightest idea but still a lot of fun.

  We crawl to another pub and by the time we get there, we begin losing people to the copious amounts of alcohol entering their body.

  “Kid, we’re heading back to the hotel,” Mom slurs while Dad’s almost passed out at the table.

  “Did you want me to take you?” I ask, a little worried that Dad looks legless. “No, you stay here. Join us for breakfast tomorrow before our flight leaves?”

  I kiss her cheek and follow her to the street to call for a cab. Logan follows with his coach, Dad in between them as they carry him to where the cab waits.

  “Are you sure we can’t help you, Mom?”

  She shakes her head. “Enjoy the night, kid. I love you.”

  “Love you, too, Mom.”

  The cab drives off and we’re standing on the street watching it drive away. Coach Bennett calls it a night, reminding Logan he needs to be at the studio by half-past ten tomorrow for a segment.

  It’s just after two in the morning. The streets are deserted with only a few drunken people stumbling around. The night air is crisp, prompting me to fold my arms to shield out the cold.

  “I’ve got a room at the hotel the next block over. You cab it, I’ll walk it.” He slips something into the back pocket of my jeans. “And by the way, you look damn sexy in that jersey.”

  “I’ll keep it on just for you,” I tease. “But what about Ash and Poppy?”

  The two of them are surrounded by a small crowd, laughing and telling awful jokes that everyone finds hilarious.

  I tell Logan I need to say goodbye to Poppy, so I head inside to talk to her. “Pop, we need to talk for a sec.”

  I pull her to the ladies’ restroom, checking the stalls to make sure they’re empty. “I need you to cover for me.”

  “Okay? Like a secret mission. Oh, how exciting!”

  “Not really,” I drag. “I’m staying at another hotel tonight.”

  “Oh, I understand. The housekeeping is tardy at our hotel.” She nods agreeing. “Did you know that I found several pubic hairs on my pillow? I mean, why on the pillow? I’m not a princess but switching rooms seems like the best option.”

  “I’m sleeping with Logan,” I blurt out.

  There’s a giant pause, her eyes wide in shock. “Um… right. Logan as in—”

  “Logan, as in... Logan. I know what you’re thinking, I’m a cheater because of Wesley.”

  “Honestly, Em?” She rests her hand on my shoulder, easing the tension. “I know things aren’t great with you and Wes, and rumors are a rife about how he’s treated you. No judgment from me.”

  “Oh, Pop...” I hug her tight, almost in tears. “It feels good to tell someone.”

  “So, are you like serious?”

  “No... I don’t know. We’re having fun.”

  “He doesn’t look at you like that.”

  “What do you mean?”

  She opens the stall, placing the lid down and sitting on the toilet to rest her feet. “The moment he saw you, his face lit up. You make him happy. And trust me, Em, I’m great at reading faces. I can read anyone.”

  “Really? What does my face say?”

  “You want to end this conversation ‘cause you need to get laid.”

  I laugh softly. “Can’t argue with that. And tell me what Wesley’s face says?”

  “He’s a wild child. Always has been. You tamed him, but boys like him can only be tamed for so long.”

  “You’re telling me,” I huff. “And Farrah?”

  “That I can’t tell. The plastic gets in the way.”

  We both fall into a fit of laughter, our stomachs hurting until we manage to control ourselves again.

  “Don’t worry, Em, I got your back.”

  “Thanks, Pop.” I hug her tight again, letting go and stroking her hair. “You’re one of a kind, you know. You should have been my twin.”

  She clutches onto her stomach barely able to get her words out. “Vagina log ride. Your brother is something else.”

  “That he is,” I respond, with the proudest smile on my face.

  Chapter Eighteen

  “There are no more questions.

  She is mine.”

  ~ Logan Carrington.

  She’s laying on the bed. I watch the way her body’s waiting for me with her eyes wide in a curious yet frightened stare because she has no idea what I’ll do to her. Her innocence radiates all around us with a part of her that remains untouched.

  She belongs to me, at least, in my eyes she does.

  Despite my desperation to be inside her—taste her arousal all around me—I linger and savor the sight in front of me. Her eyes begin to wander, trailing down my torso and centering on my cock. The hunger consumes her. She licks her lips then bites her tongue, her chest moving up and down, the breaths hitching and barely audible.

  “Are you done eye-fucking me?” she teases with a straight face. “I thought you had this grand plan to take me however you wanted me?”

  I’ve fantasized about this moment for a long time, despite my reluctance to admit it. Emerson’s always been beautiful. She has this air of confidence that, for the most part, gets her into trouble. She also has a sweet side, a side not many people see because she keeps her circle tight.

  She knows she has me. Lying in the hotel bed all sexy begging me to fuck her however I want. I need to do things to her. Explore my animalistic side because we both agreed to have fun and she wants this just as much as I do.

  “You’re a tease.” Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, she moves her legs, spreading them to catch my attention. Her pussy’s desperate for attention. “I must be that good if you’re soaking wet just waiting for me.”

 
; She spreads her legs wide, raising her knees to give me a more open look. Pouting her lips, she slides her hand between her legs and brushes against her clit.

  Fuck. What the hell is she doing to me?

  “You mean this?” Her fingers graze the wet arousal glistening around her entrance. In small, circular motions, she rubs it gently before lifting her fingers to her mouth and tasting her arousal.

  I swallow the giant lump in my throat, covering up my need to blow on myself by just watching her. I continue to observe for a few more seconds before I’m on my hands and knees crawling toward her.

  When my body’s positioned over the top of her, she gasps when my cock flicks against her pussy.

  “Logan,” she breathes my name. “I’m scared.” Her short-lived confidence is shattered as she murmurs those words.

  I’ll never hurt her. I just want to show her a different type of pleasure. “I won’t hurt you.”

  “Physically, I know.”

  There’s something in her eyes, a look that passes between us. Unsure of what that lingering emotion means, I place my mouth on hers and kiss her deeply. As my cock begins to throb, threatening to give early, I break free from the kiss to control my urges.

  “I will never hurt you.”

  “You’ve already hurt me. Once.” She lifts her knee and shows me an old scar. I remember what it’s from—the time when I pushed her off the zip-line because she was a scaredy cat and I’d never seen her scared before.

  I tilt my head, lifting her knee to meet my lips. Kissing it gently, I reassure her, “I will never hurt you, again.”

  “Do you promise me?”

  “I promise you,” I whisper, placing my body on top of hers, our intimate position making this moment more arousing.

  “Then take me,” she says confidently. “I’m yours.”

  Two words that ignite an already-burning flame into an uncontrollable fire. I ravage her with kisses, covering every inch of her body.

  I fuck her tight pussy for what seems like forever, building the sweat between our bodies until we’re both drenched. I taste her arousal, making her come multiple times and forcing her to keep going because I know her limit isn’t reached. And when I get greedy, I watch her, on her knees, suck on my cock with her eyes desperate for more. The noise she makes from the excess saliva has me teetering on the edge until I have to back off for just a moment, cooling myself down and throwing her onto the sofa beside the bed where I make her spread her legs and demand she come... again.

  She’s insatiable. Wanting me to do things to her that I haven’t done to anyone before.

  When her body lay limp, exhausted from her blissful finish, I take the liberty to make her suck me off again, commanding she take me all in.

  Then we switch it up again.

  “Logan...” she hums with her eyes half closed. “I don’t know how much longer I can go.”

  I’m pounding her hard, knowing she’s on the verge again. Her body gives me the signs, her pussy clenching around my cock warning me she’s close. “You said that three orgasms ago. I’m not done with you, yet.”

  She moans in delight, ignoring her exhaustion and begging me to make her come again.

  I stop abruptly, her body reacting and eyes opening.

  “Don’t stop.”

  I grin wickedly. “Baby, this is just the beginning. Are you ready for your finale?”

  She arches her head back with a laugh. “I’m ready.”

  “Get on all fours,” I command.

  I grab onto her hips and help her move, kissing the top of her shoulder to ease her nerves. The curves of her ass are beckoning me, delicious and fuckable. I run my hands along the curves, stopping just shy of her hole. Building up the saliva in my mouth I drop some onto her ass, spreading it nice and wide ready for me to enter. I slowly graze the tip of my cock, entering slowly as her body almost buckles. I stop, rub the small of her back, and wait for her to push back. When she does, I move in deeper until I’m all in.

  Brushing against her ear, I whisper, “Are you okay?”

  “Why do you have to have such a big cock?” she barely speaks.

  I try not to laugh, taking it as a compliment. I grip onto her hips, using them as handles and guiding her through the pain. Her moans become deeper, and when her back buckles, I know she’s almost there.

  I lean forward, twisting her hair in my hands and pulling it back, so her face meets mine. “Come for me.”

  Her face turns bright red and when I demand she come again, she muffles her screams biting down on her lips. It’s enough for me to finish, and when I deepen the strokes, it spirals through me ripping my entire body to shreds until we’ve both collapsed on the bed.

  “I can’t even... what’s the... talk,” she finally gets out.

  A small laugh escapes, but it’s filled with pain from my aching muscles. I’ve worked myself to almost death these past few weeks and it paid off. I don’t know what excites me more—winning or having her lay naked beside me.

  “Aren’t you tired?”

  “I could go again.”

  “I think my vagina is broken,” she mumbles with a smile.

  I turn my body around, making her do the same, so we’re both laying sideways. Staring into her sleepy eyes, I think about what this day has meant to me. Yes, I worked hard and it paid off. Soccer isn’t just a sport to me—it’s my life. I don’t exist without it. But the victory means nothing without her. I’ve never felt so alive than at this very moment although my body argues with me about that.

  She isn’t like any of the women I’ve been with.

  She sure as shit isn’t Louisa.

  She’s Emerson Chase.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking,” she says with her eyes closed.

  I think about her question, running my fingers along her cheek. “You’re here.”

  “Where else would I be?”

  “I don’t want to answer that.”

  There’s a struggle to open her eyes. They’re tired but still bright blue. “Logan, don’t... we can’t.”

  How do I tell her I want her exclusively?

  With the pressure of our careers and lives, it will be damn near impossible to make it work. We don’t even live on the same continent. The media won’t allow us to have a relationship, and what about our family? Everything about us is difficult.

  She shuffles her body closer to me, placing her lips on mine so we gently kiss. “You only have to know that I don’t sleep with him anymore. Trust me, please.”

  “Your text said differently.”

  “You fucked that nurse,” she rebuts. “Logan, we both did things out of anger and spite. I’m telling you the truth now… I don’t sleep with him. Please accept that or we can’t move on.”

  I grit my teeth, trying to remain calm although every part of me wants to tell her how I really feel. How last week I’d spent my time watching Season Two of Generation Next. How at night when I can’t sleep, I find myself stalking the both of them online. It’s a sick obsession, and one I can’t shake no matter how much I try.

  “Or anyone else?”

  “I’m so tired I can’t even think. No one else... just you...” Her gentle snores fall on my chest, and with her final words easing my anxious thoughts I hold onto her, wide awake until the sun comes up.

  ***

  The clock on the bedside table marks 7:00 a.m. We’re due to meet Abbi, Chris, and Ash for breakfast in forty-five minutes. I know Ash’s staying in the same hotel, but have no idea where he ended up last night.

  I didn’t sleep a wink, thinking this would be our last night together for a very long time. Despite our win yesterday, Coach pegged me for an exclusive training camp in Spain that will begin after finals if we win. It’ll be a grueling four-week camp with zero chance of seeing her.

  The thought alone drives me insane. So, with her naked body lying beside me in the sunlight, I move on top and enter her slowly, fucking her until she begins to wake up.

  Th
e beautiful sight of her perky tits beg me to suck on them. Even her pussy feels raw, fucked beyond its means from our wild night. We last only a few moments before I blow inside, her body following closely behind.

  We catch our breaths—her smile remaining on her tired face.

  “Well, good morning to you, too.”

  “What can I say, I’m an early riser.”

  Her body lays flat and I wiggle myself out of her. “We have to leave soon.”

  “Already? Did you even sleep?”

  I shake my head. “But you did. You’re so cute... you still do that pouty sleep face from when you were a kid.”

  She sits up with a struggle, holding onto her head while wincing. “When did you ever watch me sleep?”

  “A dozen times,” I answer truthfully. “Whenever you fell asleep on the sofa, and that time we camped in the backyard.”

  “Oh yeah,” she reminisces along with me. “You stayed awake all night and pretended to be a clown with the freaky mask. Ash couldn’t sleep for weeks after that.”

  I laugh, a fond memory that still haunts him to this day.

  “I should shower.” She yawns, stretching her arms then pulling them back wincing again.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, worried.

  “You’ve fucked me to the point of thoroughly fucked. I can’t move.” She stands up, hobbling to the bathroom and turning on the shower. The water runs for a while with steam filling the room and clouding the mirror. I hop in with her, noticing her skin looks red-raw and there’s a few bruises.

  “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” I kiss her arm from where I gripped on so tightly.

  “No, you’re not.” She laughs. “You loved every second of it. It doesn’t hurt, I didn’t feel a thing. I’m completely numb right now except for down there...” she points, “… where it kinda stings.”

  I grab the soap and bend down, washing her softly and noticing how sensitive her skin is. She relaxes enough to hold onto my shoulder, and when I finish, I kiss her lips.

  “It’s going to be awkward at breakfast.”