The Arrangement

Chapter Thirty-Nine

"He nudged me!" I shriek at Lennox as I heave myself up off the floor.

He's doing a terrible job at playing referee between me and Henley, and at this point I'm pretty sure he's helping Henley cheat because I seem to be bent up like a pretzel whilst we play twister whereas he's been getting off easy.

A smirk tugs at Lennox's lips and I'm almost certain he's about to defend Henley yet again until he jumps in himself.

"And she's been purposely rubbing her thigh against my dick" he accuses shooting me a glare.

He's not wrong I have been doing exactly that but I still scoff and shake my head.

"Didn't hear you protesting before" I retort back placing my hands on my hips. "and from how you're still pitching a tent I think you enjoyed it" I then accuse, my eyes flicking down to the very evident erection he's been sport for the majority of our game.

There's a glint in his eyes that promises mischief as he leans forward, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat. "Oh sunshine I never said I didn't enjoy it" he teases, his voice low. The way he looks at me causes a shiver to run straight down my spine, and I find myself shifting from one foot to the other, suddenly all too aware of the shift in the atmosphere around us.

Lennox looks from me to Henley, seemingly enjoying himself right now. "From where I'm sitting, it's pretty clear you lost again princess" he says, then licks his lips causing me to shift again as that one small action causes heat to floor straight to my core. "And we made the rules pretty clear from the start didn't we?" He then says sharing a look with Henley.

The undoubtedly mischievous smile that spreads across Henley's face tells me I'm without a doubt right that the two of them have been cheating.

"You're right Len," he agrees taking a very calculated step towards me. "We did make the rules clear" he adds and my god just the way his tone dips has me almost melting into a puddle right here in front of them both.

Chuckling, Lennox stands, "winner picks the forfeit right?" He asks, entering into a conversation that I don't doubt they intend to have the same desired outcome from.

They both take steps towards me, and although I know I should probably feel like caged prey, I have no desire to even attempt to take a step back.

"That's right" Henley confirms, "and I think I know the perfect one."

I don't know if it's the unrelenting desire that's coursing through me or my body any to rise to their challenge but instead of waiting for them to continue I raise my chin and attempt to exude as much confidence as I can.

"And what might that be then?" I ask, my voice surprisingly even despite the way my heart hammers in my chest.

The way their lips tug up in crooked smiles nearly has me knocked off my feet. They share a glance, their expressions shifting from amusement to more predatory ones.

They're both right in front of me, but it's Henley that reaches out and unbuttons one of the shirt buttons, his gaze locked with mine as he does. "We're going to take our time, enjoying every inch of this perfect body" he mutters as he slowly undoes the rest of my buttons, causing the shift to drape open.

"Doesn't sound like much of a forfeit" I squeak, my tone a lot less even now.

He cocks his head to one side as his finger gently trails a path between the crevice of my breasts, down my stomach until he reaches the waistband of the boxers I'd put on. His movements excruciatingly slow, causing goosebumps to explode over my skin.