This wasn’t a regular game of Twister.
Of course not.
But I knew that before we started playing.
So I shouldn’t have been surprised when ‘right foot green’ landed me in hell for two reasons.
The closest one to me not only had a shot of liquor on it, which I had to take in order to keep playing, but it also put me in the position of my dick being pressed up against Tyme’s succulent ass.
These last few hours, thanks to God’s favor, I had been able to control my body’s reaction to how good she looked in this pajama set. The bronze color had been nice, but upon further inspection, the wine color was true perfection against her highly melanated skin that seemed to shimmer from whatever magical lotion she was wearing.
And speaking of magical — the way she fucking smelled.
“You’re tryna put all your weight on me so I’ll fall, stop cheating!” she whined, wiggling her body and I wished — prayed — she stopped before she got me hard.
The liquor and weed flowing through my system had me ready to give Tyme what I really thought she needed.
Fun was definitely part of it but so was pleasure. However, I had never planned on doing the pleasing.
Unfortunately for us both, having her pressed up against me like this had the nastiest thoughts floating through my mind.
Flashes of my dick being swallowed whole by that pretty mouth of hers. Or my face submerged deep between her ass cheeks while my tongue ravished all of her holes like we were digging for buried gems.
My favorite, though, had been the way I imagined her screaming out my name as I made her cum until she couldn’t take anymore. Until she forcibly pushed me away from her as she convulsed over, and over, and over again.
I had been so caught up in my wild thoughts, that I missed the host calling out the next move and was only brought to the realization when my arm started crumbling beneath me. The soft, warm, thick body I had been pressed up against moved, and I fell.
I came out of my trance to see Tyme sticking out her tongue at me, and I almost couldn’t believe how much I wanted to suck on it and see if it tasted like all those drinks she had been sipping on tonight.
Almost.
The moment I put the truce into play, I knew the risks of me letting my guard down with her. It was why from the time I got her out of that winery on her wedding day, I knew I needed to keep my distance from her.
It was essential for her to be out of my life now that she wasn’t with my brother anymore. Or else.
The ‘or else’ was currently eating away at me. But I loved being the one to help her fuck with Malachi. He deserved it for what he did to her.
My brother and I had a complicated relationship. It was why our younger sister, Mickie, called us frenemy twins. Our dynamic was complex, sometimes even volatile. From a young age, we competed in everything, from school grades to sports. While Malachi was always driven to win, I took a more laid-back approach, content with my own pace. Yet, no matter how nonchalant I seemed, he couldn’t help but feel the need to measure up to me. It’s like he was constantly trying to prove something, not just to me, but to himself.
Despite our rivalry, there were also moments of genuine friendship between us. We had shared secrets, inside jokes, and supported each other when it mattered most.
There was no doubt that I loved him despite his flaws, and if he needed me to go fuck somebody up with him, I was there. However, because of those same flaws, we rarely saw eye to eye on things. He always seemed to be in competition with me, even when it wasn’t necessary. In reality, he was competing with himself because most of the things he wanted, I didn’t want. I had always been cool in my lane.
The exception: Tyme Henley.
As I grew as a man, it became clear that she was the one that got away. I was still willing to let her go, though. I just had to make it through the night. By this time tomorrow, we’d be home and back to living our lives without each other in it.
“The way you’re looking at her is probably why Mal called me.” My cousin’s voice jolted me out of my trance as I stood off to the side, waiting for Tyme to finish playing.
I turned my head to face him, quirking an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”
Neo nodded towards Tyme, who was switching from right hand green to right hand blue. “You’ve been staring at her for the past five minutes, man. And Mal saw the picture you posted on social media.”
I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my smile. “It was just a couple of selfies. No big deal.”
“Clearly, it was a big enough deal for him to call me and ask what’s going on between you two.”
I chuckled because I had turned my phone on do not disturb so he couldn’t bother me. “Let him wonder.”
Neo shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “You got that fool pressed, bro. I told him I didn’t know anything.”
“Good. Let him sweat it out a bit,” I said with a shrug.
“His pride won’t but hey, he got the one he wanted, right?”
“Exactly, so why is he worried about what his ex is up to?” I asked, feeling a grin spread across my face as I adjusted my nose ring.
Neo shot me a knowing look, and we both burst out laughing. He had always been more like a brother than a cousin to me, and we had each other’s backs, no matter what. We were two sides of the same coin, both wearing masks that hid our true selves, even if those masks were also true to who we were, just on a more tamed level.
I glanced back at Tyme, feeling a rush of warmth and affection for her. Maybe I had been staring a little too long. She had a way of capturing my attention and holding it hostage, even when I didn’t want her to.
“With the way you’re staring at her, no wonder he’s about to ruin his honeymoon, worried about what you two are doing here. Are you tryna take it there?” Neo’s playful smirk was gone now, replaced by a serious expression.
I turned to face him fully, feeling defensive. “No.” And I wasn’t trying to.
Neo’s head cocked to the side, but he didn’t push the subject. “Alright, but that leads me to my next question. Have you told her about what happens after midnight?” He looked at me expectantly, his arms crossed.
I stuffed my hands into my pockets, feeling guilty. “I haven’t.”
“Cuz,” Neo grumbled, “now you know how I feel about wildcards. She’s new to this. You need to prepare her.”
“I know. I am, after this.”
“Yeah, you better. From that video in the group chat, she’s good at swinging a bat, so you might not want to test her gangsta.” Neo laughed at his own joke, and I waved him off.
I turned back to the game, just as Tyme lost her balance and fell to the ground.
“I’ll see you later,” I faintly heard Neo say as Tyme looked up at me with a pout, but it quickly turned into a grin.
“At least I beat you,” she said triumphantly, as she approached me. I felt a small weight on my shoulders. I wondered how she’d take the info I needed to tell her. Neo was right. This wasn’t something I could just let her walk into.
