Willows, Jennifer - Lust for Life [The Moreland Brothers 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Jennifer Willows Page A

the lines. They even had a pretend kung fu fight in their seats. Laughing at their childishness, they finished the movie.
    “Can we play your game?” Charli asked while looking at the new PlayStation he had stashed in the entertainment center.
    “Sure, what are you in the mood for?” Deven asked, curious as to what she would choose.
    “You got NBA live?”
    “You know it. Hope you’re not a sore loser because you are about to get beat down.” Deven laughed, not entirely joking.
    “We’ll see who beats who.”
    “Okay, let’s make this interesting then… Best two outta three wins a prize.”
    “What’s the prize?”
    Thinking for a minute, Dev decided what he wanted.
    “Winner gets hot sex of their fantasies for one full day, starring the loser and a carte blanche coupon per se. The loser has to cooperate with any desires the winner has and must provide everything needed to fulfill the winner’s fantasy.”
    “Hmm... I like the sound of that. So we choose anything we want? But I have one caveat. Nothing humiliating or disgusting. But otherwise, I’m game.”
    “Dang, I wanted a golden shower.” Deven’s face gave away his disgust at the idea. “Really, Charli, I’m not that kind of man. I may enjoy hot and nasty, maybe even kinky sex, but none of that.” His face was straight, though mirth bled through his eyes. “I promise anything I do to you, you’ll love it. May ask for more of it.”
    “Look, I’m not accusing you of anything, but any business person worth their salt isn’t going to give carte blanche. Not without some limit, unless they want to get nastily surprised.”
    “Come here, pixie, you little shark.” Deven smiled, and Charli popped him in the shoulder. He frowned at her and popped her ass, too close not to take advantage of the proximity.
    They started the game testing the reflexes and skill of their opponent, learning how the other person thought. He learned her weaknesses and strengths, similar in theory to playing chess. He showed Charli that he was an excellent passer and had a really good three-point jumper. While Deven learned she was excellent at the rebound and wicked good with her ability to steal balls from him with impunity if he made the slightest of mistakes. They dueled hard the first game, going to Charli with a buzzer beater. The second game Deven pulled out all of the stops. He used all his tricks and won by two baskets. Once the third game came to a close, the last quarter left the pair tied at eighty-nine points and went to overtime, neither wanting to lose. The game was fast and furious with both making points on the other. The competition stayed close until the end, when Charli attempted a layup and Deven stole the ball before scoring a three-pointer.
    “Damn it!” Charli threw her remote then indulged in a nasty tantrum as she jumped in the floor.
    Deven smiled and rubbed his hands together. Now they were cooking with gas. The next move would be to decide exactly what he wanted and when he wanted it. He had several ideas, but the sticking point was which to choose from. That would take some thought. He snatched Charli up, doing a victory dance.

    * * * *

    “Put me down, you big–ass, juicy-dicked, Jolly Green Giant of a Neanderthal!” Charli was fuming, if nothing else she was a sore loser.
    “Mmm… juicy dick, huh?”
    “Figures you’d hear that part only.”
    “Yeah, want some?”
    “Hell no, boy, you can keep that wall buster to yourself,” Charli said then amended her hasty words. “For now at least.”
    “I live to please.” Dev’s grin was wicked and a bit teasing.
    “So you do.” Charli winked at him, and he tickled her.
    “That wasn’t a joke, wench.”
    “So? I found it funny.”
    “Imma show you, pixie, what a Neanderthal looks like.”
    Deven picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. He walked through the house and, reaching the bathroom, turned on the shower. He put her under the warm spray, shirt and all, as Charli