Page 120 of Double or Nothing

This something is a real something.

I’d return to my game of Cluedo, if only my cock wasn’t too busy to give a shit.

This, here in my apartment, is the unfolding of things as they are meant to be.

Alice doesn’t dress her desire up as art or rebellion. Bryce doesn’t apologise for wanting more than he’s supposed to have. I don’t crack jokes fast enough to dodge the strange, dangerous feeling gathering inside me.

By the time we make it to my bedroom, my shirt is lost, Alice’s hair is wild, and Bryce looks more undone than I’ve ever seen him.

Better than I’ve ever seen him.

He takes my face in both hands.

“Don’t,” he says.

I blink. “Don’t what?”

“Make a joke.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

The look in his eyes makes me churn.

“Yes, you were.”

I guess he’s coming to read my poker moves like I’m reading his.

Alice rests her hand against my chest, warm and steady. “Just stay with us.”

There it is again.

That ridiculous lurch I’m getting very bored of pretending I don’t have.

I could laugh it off. I could say something filthy. I could turn the whole thing back into a game I know how to win.

Instead, for reasons that make no bloody sense, I don’t do it. I don’t do a Bryce and play it safe in my own standard sanctuary. I stay with them. I let myself soak in the sincere.

Bryce is tender in his ruthlessness when he pushes Alice down onto the bed. She arches her back and holds her pretty tits together, showing off her lacy stockings through the split in her dress. She’s like a temple priestess working magic, and she has us both captivated as she slides her hands down between her legs.

Bryce’s hand goes for my dick, and I loosen my belt for him. He works my cock with a smile on his face, and Alice has pure devilment in her eyes as she stares up at us, her fingers circling her clit through her sopping white panties. Legs splaying free.

She looks so innocent and demure, it’s like wildfire in white lace.

“I want to be a dirty little bitch tonight,” she says. “So make me one. Both of you.”

Bryce’s hand speeds up on my throbbing dick, and he palms his own through his trousers.

“How dirty do you want to be, Soul Girl?” I ask her. “Set the limits, and I’ll push until you’re begging me to break them, I promise you that.”

She pulls her panties to the side, showing off her delicious wet slit.

“I want you both inside me,” she says. “Both at once.”

Wow. She’s clearly been thinking about it.

The challenge is a big ask. She’s as tight as a fucking glove.

“Ass and pussy?” Bryce asks her. “That’s what you want?”