Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) by Justine Elvira Read Free Book Online Page B

perfect
area for a birthday party. I'm no longer thinking about Scott, or at least I'm
trying not to think about him. We set up the decorations and cake. The balloons
are delivered a few hours later and Tawny and I take a trip to the local liquor
store, stocking up on all our drinking needs.
    I successfully
avoid Scott for the rest of the afternoon, afraid of what I might do if I'm
alone with him. Now I'm ready to see my older sis and party it up for her
birthday.
     
    ★★★
     
    What started as a
small get together with the few friends Autumn has made here in California,
turned into a large party by midnight. Tawny and Kelly invited a few of their
closest friends, and by closest I mean that Tawny barely remembers their names.
Some are people she met on shoots; some are just random people she's met at
clubs and bars.
    I thought for sure
Jared was going to have a shit fit when these random people showed up, but
because Autumn was okay with it, so was Jared. The two of them were inseparable
all night and went up to their bedroom about an hour ago. The party was a lot
of fun, so I'd normally make jokes about how boring the two of them were for
leaving it, but by the sounds coming from their bedroom, they're anything but
boring.
    Autumn's birthday
party was definitely a success. There were gifts, music, dancing and even a
little pool action in the backyard. I made sure to always have a drink in hand
so I would have a slight buzz throughout the night, but when my sister and
Jared went up, that's when the real party began.
    Drinking.
Drinking. And more drinking.
    I'm enjoying my
buzz and dancing with Tawny and Kelly in the living room when a strong arm
wraps around my torso and pulls me against his firm chest. By the way my body
reacts, I know it's him behind me. I stumble, an unfortunate effect of the
alcohol, but quickly recover as Scott turns me around in his arms. His face
lowers toward mine so I can hear him over the music.
    "Come with
me," he says, his voice low and husky. It sounds like sex. I mean,
literally, if sex had a voice, it would be Scott's.
    I'm not sure if
it's the alcohol or my constant, unquenchable lust when I'm around this man,
but I follow him. He leads me out of the room, down the hallway and into the
guest room I'm staying in while I'm here. Once we're inside he closes the door
behind us, muffling the noise coming from the rest of the house.
    The room I've been
staying in is nicer than my bedroom at home. The walls are a cream color and
the floors are dark hardwood. There's an antique dresser and desk that have
been stripped, sanded, and stained to beautiful perfection. The bed is large
and circular. It's something I imagine finding in a sex club, not a guest room,
but oddly it complements the antique furniture well. The only distasteful thing
in the room is the large mirror on the ceiling, directly over the bed
    Leave it to an
ex-porn star to have a mirror on the ceiling of the guest bedroom.
    "I have
something for you, Winnie."
    "Yeah? Let me
guess, that something is hard and waiting for me in your pants?"
    He laughs and
replies, "Actually, yes."
    I watch as he
lowers his hand and while I'm ready for him to grab his zipper and start
pulling down, he shocks me by reaching into his pocket and pulling something
out.
    "I found this
last week when I was surfing with the guys. It's rare to find these out this
way, especially this color but when I saw it I thought of you. I saved it for
your collection."
    He reaches out his
hand and opens it completely, revealing a pinkish, almost salmon colored
starfish shell. It's not very large, maybe three inches in size but its shape
is perfect, and the color makes it even more unique.
    I reach out for it
and pick it up with my hands, feeling its rough, bumpy texture on one side, and
its smoother texture on the other.  "This is amazing. I can't believe
you saved this for me."
    I look up into his
gray eyes and almost immediately forget about the starfish. Instead, all of