Page 61 of Dangerous Games

“What does that mean?”

Wiz sighs, sounding exhausted. “I don’t know. Do we talk about personal shit sometimes? Yeah. But I think it was because neither of us knew each other in real life, so it felt like a safe space to vent because we both knew whatever we said wouldn’t leave the chat. You’ve never had an internet friend you’ll tell anything to but never met?”

“No,” I ground out. I think this is worse to hear than he’s the guy she’s been messing around with. “Why haven’t you two met? You live in the same fucking city.”

“Because it isn’t like that,” Wiz stresses. “We both had a mutual understanding that this is all it would be. Neither of us tried for more, or even asked for that matter.”

“That’s the only thing saving your ass right now.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Wiz exclaims. “Can I ask if she’s okay? She was being weird as fuck last night and told me she won’t be able to play with me anymore. It didn’t sound like her.”

That’s because it was me, dickhead, but look at you being the good guy and checking in on a woman who isn’t yours. It’s time to learn your place, my friend.

“She was a little occupied with my dick buried in her last night.”

Wiz lets out an uncomfortable grunt. “Too much information, man. Next time, a simple she’s fine will work. Do you really want me to stop talking to her?”

Do I? Fuck yeah. But she doesn’t have many people in her life, and I would hate to take away someone she thinks of as a friend.

“No,” I finally admit. “But I want this to go on record that I’m not happy about any of this.”

“Understood.”

“And I want her password to her account.”

“Gio…” Wiz trails off, sounding uncomfortable. “If it were anyone else, I would give it to you, but it feels wrong giving you her information like that.”

“I don’t give a fuck if it feels wrong to you. Send it over,” I demand, leaving no room for argument.

“Fine.” Wiz sighs, giving in. “But you didn’t get from me.”

I end the call. Thirty seconds later, my phone dings with a text message from Wiz containing her information.

He can keep the current relationship he has with her, but I’m going to know every single fucking thing that goes on.

I open my car door and step out, slamming it shut harder than I intended.

I need to cool the fuck off before family dinner tonight or Ma is going to have my fucking head.

The one rule is no matter what’s going on with business or family, you leave it at the door the second you step foot through it. After you leave, you can throw hands all you want.

Once inside my empty house, I throw my keys in the stupid bowl Ma got me, listening to the clink echo throughout the house. It’s funny because I used to love the silence. With all the shit that goes on in my life, coming home to nothing was what I used to bask in. But now? Now I want to come home to a woman who is soft in all the right places and has a head of hair and a pair of tits I would kill for every single fucking time.

Ma insisted on decorating my house for me, claiming men don’t have the touch to make a house a home. It turned out to look like a copycat of her house. Which is fine, but it’s not a style I would have picked for myself. I can see myself in Bronwyn’s style, though.

When I get to my bathroom, I turn on the shower, letting it heat up as I strip down. Stepping in, I let the water stream down my back as steam swirls around me. I fist my cock and feel it harden as I think of having Bronwyn pressed up against the shower wall as I assault her cunt.

God, it’s always so wet for me.

She has no fucking clue what her body does to me. She can bring me to my knees by batting those baby blues at me as she pleads for me to give her what she wants.

I stroke my cock faster, tightening my grip as I imagine Bronwyn on her knees with tears running down her face as she takes my cock. My balls tingle and tighten as I get ready to blow. Cum jets out, hitting the shower floor as I let out a low groan as I watch the water wash it away.

Fuck, that’s nowhere near as great as the real thing.

I finish up, turn off the water, and step out to get ready.

I wanted to give Bronwyn space this morning, but I don’t want to give her too much time because I know she will retreat further into her own head, and from what I’ve gathered, it seems like a miserable place to be.