Page 10 of The Shared Game

Whatever happened tonight, one thing was certain: Kevin’s presence meant it would be memorable. Whether it was just him and me, me watching him with Paisley, or the three of us getting up to things I could scarcely comprehend.

I made a conscious decision to put my worries away, just for tonight, and see what fate delivered.

Six - Kevin

Aaron was more into me than I’d thought. That complicated things.

I’d arrived early with the idea of letting him know my plan to seduce Paisley and informing him of a series of tells to gauge the situation. Everything from ‘back off, I got this,’ to ‘we need some space alone for a moment, mate,’ to the final ‘this is happening, if you want to watch?’ Each was slightly different, but equally important.

The plan was never to leave him out completely, but three could be a crowd. A fun crowd if we were all on the same page, but an awkward crowd if the vibe was off. My pregame chat with him was supposed to keep that from happening. Now, there was another spanner in the works: Aaron was into me as much as I was into Paisley.

I couldn’t lie, I was curious. I was into him, too. It had been too long since I’d had some fun with another man. Paisley complicated things. I wanted her. I mean, I wanted both of them, but that felt like a long shot. Despite all the flirty back-and-forth and innuendo, I doubted Paisley would go for both of us if she had the option. She talked a good game, but two guys at once would be daunting for anyone, even someone as confident as she was.

The conversation had flowed surprisingly easily with Aaron before her arrival. We’d even discussed the possibility of her taking us both on—per her boast that one man couldn’t keep up with her—but I think we’d both dismissed it as unlikely. Aaron thought it was fantastical because he lacked confidence. I thought so because how often does something like that happen in real life? Two guys and one girl? It would be like a pornographic dream, and just as unrealistic.

I’d made sure I was the one to greet her at the door. It was Aaron’s house, but I knew how to make a better impression and put a girl at ease. At least, I thought I did. That was until the absolute vision that was Paisley stood in the doorway, looking like every nerdy guy’s wet dream.

Her wavy brown hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, letting single strands frame her face like a Greek Goddess. Her make-up was more dramatic than usual; smoky eyeshadow and a subtle but daring shade of red lipstick that made you wonder what her lips would look like wrapped around you.

Then, there was her outfit. A short, flowing red dress with white polka dots that clung to her curves where it mattered and moved hypnotically where she wanted your eye to go. A plunging cleavage so dangerously low that it felt scandalous not to look at it.

And then, as if to top it off, she wore those irresistible thigh-highs—the black ones with white stripes. The top lay just above the hem of her dress, but I caught the merest hint of skin when she moved and instantly had to fight the urge to groan in sheer arousal.

She noted my stunned reaction, took it in stride, and even popped a hip for me to appreciate her outfit even more.

I’d fucked up my confident welcome, merely gesturing her in while I felt Aaron shaking his head behind me and trying not to laugh. Somehow, he’d greeted her much more confidently, pulling her close for a hug before I took my turn, drinking in the divine jasmine scent that lingered when we were close.

“You look amazing tonight, Paisley.” Aaron complimented her before I could find the words.

Sure, he stumbled over them and didn’t deliver them with half the panache I would have, but at least he’d said something. I’d merely remained stunned and dumbstruck by all the things I wanted to do to her, most of the blood in my brain heading southward.

“Thanks. You boys ready to play?” Her bright eyes twinkled at me, suggesting something more than her words.

“You bet.” My voice was a throaty rasp, my growing erection already uncomfortable against my jeans.

“This way.” Aaron gestured to the doorway. He shot me another head shake out of Paisley’s sight, and I couldn’t blame him. For all my talk, I was blowing it. Time to get back in the game.

“Your house is lovely. And, look! You’ve put out snacks!” Paisley was helping herself to nibbles without a second thought while Aaron made his way past her to take his seat at the head of his large gaming table.

“Yeah, I knew he would come through. Perfect host.” I shot him a sly wink that rattled him a little before he recovered.

“You were right, Kevin. Perfect host.” Paisley gave him the kind of look I’d hoped she would send my way. Had I misjudged this? Was she more into him than I thought?

If so, I had two options. One, I upped my game, pulled out all the stops, and made sure she left with me tonight. Or, and this was the long shot, make sure I was included in whatever designs she had on him? The possibilities of the three of us together would be more fun, albeit way messier emotionally and in every other sense of the word.

“So, what did you have in mind, Aaron? You said you wanted to play a co-op game?” Paisley glided into the seat on his right. I moved to his left, not taking my eyes off either of them for a second.

“Yeah, there’s a pretty simple but fun one here.” He produced a small metal box.

“Forbidden Island? Sounds intriguing.” Paisley took the box from him and turned it in her hands.

“Good choice.” I agreed. I’d played the game before at the club, and it would be perfect. Not rules-heavy enough to break anyone’s brain or spoil the mood, but requiring plenty of conversation and back-and-forth.

“Thanks.” Aaron was practically blushing at the compliment when Paisley handed the game back, ready for him to start setting it up.

“So the goal is to get the treasure and get off the island before it sinks?”

“That’s the gist of it.” He replied, already shuffling the cards and arranging the tile layout.