Playing Passion's Game (19 page)

Trent’s grin was bright and she leaned down to plant a swift kiss on Juliet’s lips. “I get to see you Friday, even if it will be fleeting while you work and I play. It’s a win-win situation for me.”

“Looks like your Friday is all sorted,” Monica said, eyeing them both over the rim of her can.

Staring at Trent’s happy face, Juliet couldn’t hold back her own joy. “I promise not to disturb you.”

“I won’t hear a thing,” Trent said. “I’ll be wearing headphones, so all I’ll hear is Elton yelling at Eddie to shift his ass out of the line of fire.” She gave Juliet a measured look. “But if you needed me, I’d come running.”

I know you would, and that’s what makes you so damn precious to me
.

Elton sidled up to Trent as she was spreading sale tickets over a stack of games.

“Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” he asked, first reaching out to touch Trent’s forehead, then poking her as if testing something.

Trent continued with her task, purposely ignoring his teasing behavior.

“Come on, admit it. You’ve at least got to have been body snatched and switched because I know there is no way my oldest friend Trent would ever have a woman sleep over at her place.”

Trent tried not to let a sigh escape. “News travels fast.”

“You asked Juliet to sleep over in front of Monica. I’m going to find these things out from her. Besides, she told me in the middle of a protracted grumble about me playing games that night instead of being by her side at
The Lost Boys
fest.” He ran his fingers through his long beard. “Vampires are cool and such if they come in the shape of Kate Beckinsale.” His mind visibly wandered, and Trent waited patiently until he returned to his conversational thread. “But playing online with your friends with guns is so much better that watching the old Brat Pack play vamps.” He mimicked taking aim at Eddie, who’d wandered into his eyeline. Eddie gave him a startled look, then took off swiftly just in case he was in trouble.

“Juliet needed peace and quiet to work. She wasn’t going to get that with the Goth cinema club right outside her door. I did what any friend would; I offered her an alternative.”

“And sleeping in your bed? How friendly is that?”

Gritting her teeth, Trent continued applying the stickers and willed her temper away. “You know and I know that we’ll be fighting until at least four a.m. like usual. None of us have work that Saturday, so we’ll stay up all night. That’s why I planned it for this week. I can sleep in my chair if I need to.” She started to get annoyed. “It was an innocent invite, not a means to get Juliet in my bed so I could just fuck her.”

Elton leaned back against the shelf Trent was working in front of, effectively stopping her from stocking it. “What if she
wants
you to fuck her? What if she comes and stands in front of your TV and gives you a come-hither look while wearing only the skimpiest of undies?”

Carefully laying the last sticker down, Trent looked at him. “That’s simple. Good night, fellow gamers, this game is over.”

“You’d pick her sinfully sexy body over a rousing first-person-shooter experience with your buddies?”

“If she wants me I’m all hers. For however long she wants me.”

“You’ve got it bad.” Elton grinned. “I like how it looks on you. And Juliet is a stunner, with brains and beauty.” He moved away from the shelf. “Just don’t let her disturb you if we’re winning. I want us to climb up the leader board and take that coveted top spot.”

“I’ll be sure to remain focused on my task, Clan Leader.”

“Glad to hear it. No tits or ass should distract a gamer from their game.” His missive delivered, Elton sauntered off. Trent stared after him for a moment, then turned back to her work.

“True, but she does possess a mighty fine set of tits and ass, so I could be forgiven for finding them a distraction and have to call off my game because I somehow lost my Internet connection.”

She enjoyed the mental images she had of Juliet gloriously naked in her arms. She started counting down the hours until she could see her again.

*

By Friday Trent was doubly wired. She was excited for the game night that lay ahead and the adrenaline rush that came with joining her friends in a test of their prowess against the other online players. But she kept looking at her watch for another reason. She was anxiously awaiting Juliet’s arrival. Trent had forced herself to stay inside the house and not be found waiting at the end of her driveway like some love-sick puppy. She’d checked and double-checked her T-shirt and loose shorts umpteen times, dressed as always for a night of playing in comfort, but she was vain enough to want to know that Juliet would find her attractive in her casual attire. She flipped her wrist to check the time again just as a car pulled up outside. Trent flung open the front door to lean against the doorjamb. She drank in the sight of Juliet getting out of her car before reaching back in to gather up a small bag and her laptop case. The smile Juliet bestowed on her made Trent want to drag her inside and forgo any other plans she had for that evening.

“Hi,” Juliet called sweetly.

“Welcome. Come get yourself settled. I’ve got a beer in the fridge with your name on it.” Trent stepped back as Juliet walked past her. Breathing in deeply at Juliet’s floral scent, Trent had to close her eyes against the rush of lust that poured through her. She pushed the door shut and followed her. Juliet had already laid her laptop on the kitchen table and her bag on the floor. Hands free, she stepped directly into Trent’s waiting arms. Trent shivered as Juliet drew her close for a gentle kiss hello that threatened to undo her. Hands resting on Juliet’s hips, Trent pulled her closer until she could feel Juliet’s body pressed against her. Soft lips traced Trent’s mouth. Juliet’s tongue pushed inside and tangled with hers. Tugging her even closer, Trent ran her hands possessively up Juliet’s back, down her sides, and then up to cup her breasts. She teased Juliet’s nipples into hard knots, rolling them under her thumbs. Juliet squirmed at her touch, ripping her mouth away from Trent’s, letting out a cry as Trent caught her nipples between finger and thumb and tugged.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Trent said, taking Juliet’s mouth roughly. She couldn’t kiss her enough, couldn’t get close enough. Trent needed to touch Juliet everywhere and mark her as taken. Her heart pounded in her chest as she kissed her way across Juliet’s cheek and then moved to nip at the fragrant curve of Juliet’s neck. The sound of a very loud beep broke through her passion.

“Shit,” she grumbled and ignoring the sound slipped her hands around Juliet’s bottom to lift her up. Juliet’s back pressed against the wall and Trent kept her pinned there, wrapping Juliet’s legs around her hips. Trent pushed into Juliet’s body and pumped her hips just once. Juliet reared back and she gasped for air as Trent obviously hit the spot that ached for her touch the most. Trent’s hips rocked, needing to be closer, wanting to push inside Juliet’s warmth. She cursed the clothing between them, but it didn’t stop Juliet’s heat from warming Trent’s flesh. Trent’s breath hissed out as she licked a path down to Juliet’s cleavage. The beep sounded again and Juliet managed to drag Trent’s attention up from where she was buried.

“You’re beeping every minute,” Juliet panted softly, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

Trent laid her forehead against Juliet’s chest. “It’s the five-minute countdown to my game.”

Juliet tilted Trent’s face up and kissed her. Trent’s hips bucked at the sensuous ravaging Juliet’s lips wreaked upon her. “You need to go,” Juliet said. “Your friends are waiting for you.”

Trent didn’t want to move from Juliet’s hold. How had they gone from hello to this? She couldn’t control herself around Juliet anymore. Carefully, she let Juliet slip back down to her feet. For a moment Juliet still clung to her, trying to regain her equilibrium. The watch beeped out its warning again.

“You need to go play and I need to go to my own work.” Juliet pushed Trent away gently. “I’ll see you later if you come up for air.”

Trent kissed her again lightly this time, running her hand through Juliet’s hair and marveling at her beauty. “You’ll stay?”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here.”

Reluctantly, Trent pulled back, licking her lips and almost groaning at the faint taste of Juliet that clung to them. “I didn’t mean to ambush you. I’ve just really missed you this week.”

Juliet ran her hand over Trent’s chest, resting it on her stomach. “I’m glad. I’d hate for this to be all one-sided and it only being me desperate to strip you naked and make you mine.”

Trent’s insides clenched at the look in Juliet’s eyes. She shook her head ruefully. “It’s not one-sided at all, believe me.” Her watch beeped. “I’d better go before they start phoning me to get me online.” She gestured about her. “You have the run of the house, and you know where I am if you need me.” Trent started up the stairs.

“Have a great night, Trent. I hope you beat them all.”

“And I hope you get that presentation finished so you can forget it and concentrate on what’s really important to you.”

Please let me be included in that
, Trent wished.

Once in her game room, Trent settled in her chair and picked up her controller. She logged in, put her headset on, and could soon hear her friends’ familiar voices.

“About time you came online, Trent,” Elton said. “I had visions of having to come around your house and drag you into the game.”

“I was just making sure Juliet was settled, being a good host, you know.” Trent ignored the sniggers from her other friends. “Shut the fuck up, all of you, and let’s play,” she grumbled playfully, taking their teasing well.

Elton’s rich laughter was loud in Trent’s ear. “You heard her. Time to face the enemy.”

Like she had done so many times before, Trent readied for the game. She closed her mind to everything but the task ahead, conscious only of the voices in her ear and seeing only the soldiers on the screen. She prepared to do battle, to immerse herself in the thrill of the game. But for all that, Trent was still well aware of the presence downstairs in her home. For the first time ever, Trent was safe in the company of someone else in her space.

*

Three hours into the game and Trent was directing her team out of a sniper’s sights, her eyes quickly scanning the area as she barked out orders that everyone swiftly followed.

“I swear that guy moves the second we do,” Zoe said as her counterpart on the screen crouched behind a sheltered wall.

“You need to get closer, target him, and shoot the bastard,” Elton said. “He’s beginning to piss me off.”

Trent could hear the chatter of their opponents, Elton’s cousin Dave among them and their gaming rival Evan. “You don’t want him pissed off, guys,” she said as Dave made a comment, “that’s when he borders on genius.” She could hear them all squabbling among themselves and moved her soldier forward, popping up from behind her cover and shooting Dave’s soldier dead.

“Headshot!” Elton crowed as Dave let out a wail.

“Where the hell did you come from?” Dave said.

“Play or gossip. Either way, I’ll shoot you down,” Trent said as Zoe’s sniper rifle expertly took out Evan’s soldier. “Excellent shot, Zoe,” she said, enjoying hearing the men good-naturedly complain about being bested by a woman.

“Damn it,” Evan said. “How long have you guys been playing on this?”

“Long enough to put your clan to shame,” Elton replied as his soldier followed swiftly after Trent’s and they stormed into Dave’s hideout and wiped them all out. “Game over!” Elton said, and everyone on the Baydale Reaper’s side let out a cheer. Trent punched the air in delight, having enjoyed the competition Dave and his clan had given them.

“Good game, guys,” she said once Elton’s jeering had quieted to a dull roar.

“Up for a rematch?” Dave immediately asked.

“Definitely, after a toilet break and time to go grab a cool beer,” Elton replied, giving everyone the signal that they had five minutes to get back to their screens.

Trent hurried to the bathroom, then bounded down the stairs before she realized that her less-than-quiet entrance might be distracting to Juliet. She skidded to a halt, bare feet squeaking on the kitchen tile. Juliet’s amused face made Trent feel welcome.

“Sorry for the intrusion. I have five minutes before the next round starts. I need a beer and then I’ll be out of your way.” She opened the fridge and waved an extra can at Juliet.

“Please.” Juliet took the can and popped the tab. “Have I mentioned lately how much I hate my job?”

Trent took a long drink from her can, taking in Juliet’s disheveled hair. She surmised that Juliet had been running her hands through it as the presentation drove her to distraction. “Once or twice you might have mentioned it.”

Juliet turned the laptop away as if she couldn’t bear to look at the screen. “I take it by the exuberant yell of victory that your team is winning?”

Trent nodded. “Sorry if I was too loud. I have to compete with Elton and Chris to be heard sometimes.”

“It was delightful. It’s lovely to hear you having so much fun.”

“I just shot Dave in the head,” Trent said, still on a high from her expert shot. She grinned even more at Juliet’s slow blink as she took this information in. “It’s just a game. He’s ready to do battle again, I promise.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Trent checked her watch. “Break time is nearly up. Gotta go steer our troops away from Dave’s team’s vengeful retaliation. I fear he’ll be out for blood now.”

“You be careful,” Juliet said unnecessarily.

“I’m always careful. I’m careful, cocked, and ready to roll.” She smartly saluted Juliet with her free hand and darted back upstairs. “I’d better go. I can all but hear Elton from here.”

“I’ll wait to hear a winning cheer,” Juliet called.

“I’ll do my best for you,” Trent called back and flung herself into her seat and set her headset back on. “Trent reporting in.”

“We’re just waiting for Rick and Dave and then we’re ready to try a new map,” Elton said. “Everything okay in your world, Trent?”

“As good as it gets, Elt, and can only get better.”

“Exactly what I wanted to hear, soldier.” Elton’s delight was audible in his voice. “Oh, I can hear Dave’s heavy breathing in my ear, so I think we’re set to hand him his ass again.”

“Can I at least take a drink before we start?” Dave asked, sounding like he’d run.

“What were you doing in your five minutes, old man?” Elton asked.

“I have a wife I need to check up on. She needed something from me.”

Elton’s silence spoke volumes. “So that took care of one minute,” he drawled and everyone burst into hysterics at Dave’s expense.

Trent chuckled at their family banter. “Boys, play nice. Save it for the battlefield.” The screen loaded their next scenario. “Reapers, prepare to reap.”