20. Hayes
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hayes
T he next destination Olivia has me put into my GPS is a bar she tells me is in the Brady Street neighborhood. I have no clue what to expect, but she says it’ll be fun. Fuck, the way this girl makes my heart race makes it hard to keep my dick in my pants in public; she’s already got me wrapped around her damn finger. To be honest, we could go to a garbage dump right now if she wanted, and I would thank her for the adventure.
I would go anywhere with her.
We pull up in front of a grey brick building with a giant neon sign that says ‘Button Bashers.’ Walking through the giant glass doors, my eyes widen as I do a double take. In front of me is a bar fully stocked with a nice collection of liquor and quite a few brews on draft, but that’s not what stops me in my tracks. Beyond the bar, lining the walls is nearly every arcade game known to man. My fucking heart skips a beat at the symphony of electronic sounds pouring from the consoles bringing me back to my childhood. Except instead of being with my buddies, I’m standing beside this amazing woman who brought me to a fucking arcade bar. I feel like a cartoon character with little hearts in my eyes as I look back and forth between her and the video games with a giant dumbass grin on my face.
This is definitely better than a garbage dump.
“I hope you like arcade games,” she says, beaming and waiting to see how I react. “I swear they have every game ever made here. They also have skeeball, that dance game I’m horrible at, basketball, and, of course, all kinds of pinball machines.”
“Oh. My. God. Olivia, this is amazing !” I bounce in place like a kid in a candy store with a hundred-dollar bill. “What should we play first? Can we win prizes? Let’s go get some tokens!”
“Okay, don’t be mad, and I promise this isn’t me trying to pay for things,” she says timidly, “but I have some leftover tokens from the last time I was here for a friend’s thirtieth birthday. It’s not me paying! It’s us being fiscally responsible with tokens I previously acquired.”
I pause for a moment; then a roaring laugh pours out of me. “Olivia, you are adorable,” I say with a smile as I put my arm around her shoulders. God, she fits so fucking perfectly in my arms. I need to wake up like this. “We can use your tokens until we run out. And we will run out, then I’ll buy us more.” I glance around the bar, stuck in place with what might be the best choice known to man. “Should we hit the pinball machines first? Or would you like me to beat you at skeeball as a starter?”
Olivia laughs; the tinkling sound makes my cock twitch. “Your competitiveness is already coming out there, Larsy. You seriously think you can beat me at skeeball? You’re on, sir,” Olivia replies with a feisty smile as she grabs my hand and drags me over to the game. Did she just call me sir? Fuck, this woman is my every dream come true.
Olivia proceeds to beat me at skeeball three times in a row, and I have discovered she is not a gracious winner. Her calling me competitive was the pot calling the kettle black. She’s ruthless as hell, jumping up and down as she celebrates and rubbing in her wins by getting all up in my face and asking me what it feels like to be a loser. I’m loving every single minute of it. Watching her be so joyful after being devastated last week makes my heart soar. If I have any say in it, she will never experience that kind of agony again.
But after three losing rounds of skeeball, I’m ready to find a game I can beat her at. Scoping out the games around us, I pull her in close, trapping her in my arms. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You win. How are you so good at skeeball anyway?”
“What can I say? I guess I’m just good at handling balls.”
My eyes pop fully open and my pants feel tight as fuck at her words. Did my sweet siren just make joke about handling balls? God, I cannot wait to get this girl in bed. I try to compose myself, try to keep from losing control at the thought of what she could do to my balls, but her eyes spark as she lays the challenge down at my feet with a simple lift of her brow. Fuck. Focus, Hayes.
“Enjoy it now, Miss Skeeball, because when we hit the dance game you’re horrible at, you’re going to regret this little gloating session,” I say as I watch the blood drain out of her face at the mention of DDR, grabbing her hand and dragging her across the bar.
As we step up to the platform, I put the tokens in and gesture for her to play. “Ladies first.”
She hesitantly steps onto the game, looking back at me with fear in her eyes. “There’s room for two players up here, you know.”
“ Oh no. I’m watching every single minute of this performance. We’ll see who has the higher score at the end.”
With that, she faces the game and hits start. She looks so timid up there; I almost feel bad for her. Almost. Until the music begins, and I realize I’ve been played. Again.
Olivia is stomping so fast on those light-up squares on the game platform that she seems to be floating above them. I shake my head with a smirk. She is the most adorable, flirty little brat up there dancing on that machine. And now, she is in so much trouble.
She hits the final pose, not even breathing hard. “Your turn, Hayes,” she says with a mischievous smirk on her face. “You think you can top that?”
I flash her my best cartoon villain smile. “No.” Glancing around once more, I quickly grab her hand and walk her toward the dark hallway leading to the restrooms. I spin around as I press her up against the wall. “You think you can get away with playing me like that, Olivia? That was some long con you pulled back there.”
“What can I say? I have mad skills,” she says like the brat I have been longing for my entire life. She’s trying to get a rise out of me. And oh, is she getting exactly what she asked for.
I press my body closer, crowding her against the wall and placing one of my legs between hers as I lean in to kiss those supple lips. This isn’t like the playful goodnight kiss on her porch. This a fierce claiming. Olivia is mine, and it’s damn time she learned. She presses back against me, grinding against my leg as she lets out another one of those goddamn moans I’ve been playing on repeat for a week. I pull back from her lips and kiss her neck as she quietly moans again. I press her harder into the wall, desperate to get a little relief of my own. So much for calming down… fuck, this girl does something to me, I swear.
“Fuck, Olivia, that moan of yours is going to unravel me. And,” I say between playful kisses along her pulse point, “if I didn’t know better, it seems like you’re wanting a punishment from this bet we made.”
She gasps as she struggles to find her words. “I didn’t say…I’m not…,” she gasps with a shaky, yet excited voice. I interrupt her words again, unable to resist, pressing my lips against hers. She wraps her hands around the back of my head, pulling me deeper as her nails give me shivers.
A forced cough disrupts our moment. “Excuse me,” an unfamiliar voice says. Olivia and I quickly pull apart, and there’s a gentleman standing in the hallway trying to get past us to use the restroom.
Embarrassed, we move to opposite sides of the hall to let the man pass, and Olivia says, “Sorry about that,” as he enters the men’s room. She slowly turns back to look at me, sheer mortification at being caught swirling in her eyes, but I’m not focused on that.
I’m focused on the one little word that just slipped out of her gorgeous mouth.
I step toward her, a feral grin on my face. “What did you say, Olivia?”
She immediately puts her hand over her mouth, and I hear a muffled ‘oh shit’ behind her fingers.
“Oh, you’re going to get it now,” I taunt as I start to tickle her and she squeals. I laugh at her antics, but don’t know what possessed me to tickle her…I think I simply had a hunch she might be ticklish.
I was right. Wonder what else I’m right about.
“But we really were in his way,” she whines as she playfully squirms to get away. “We should apologize for something like that, right ?!”
I hum, my hands stilling around her waist. “Good point. Your penalty challenge is under review. I’ll let you know the results later today,” I say to her with a sneaky grin. “Now, let’s get out of here before that guy leaves the bathroom and catches us again. I’ll go grab some more tokens and find a game I can actually beat you at.”
She smiles at me and laughs, bringing a smile to my own lips. I love her laugh. I love making her laugh. I love the way she makes me laugh too. I’m beginning to think I love a lot more about this redhead than I should in such a short amount of time. She may be teetering on the edge of the penalty box right now, but I am the one who is in big trouble.