Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [65]
He shrugged. “I wasn’t going to mention those, but since old Braden here did . . . they’re basically just games to entertain horny guys. If you reach certain levels, your reward might be pictures of naked girls or maybe a girl who strips off a piece of clothing each time you reach a certain score.”
“But some games,” Braden said, clearly forgetting his pizza for the moment, “are really more about sex. There’s one where the player has certain tools he uses to try to give an animated girl an orgasm. There’s another that’s more like an action game, sort of like the old Super Mario, but the setting is a party district and the goal is to seduce as many girls as you can. You get points for grabbing condoms out of the air, and beer mugs give you an extra life. You have to avoid big bouncers and boyfriends with baseball bats, and when you finally get to a girl, there are some good graphics.” He chuckled. “It’s actually my favorite game Tommy’s ever come up with.”
Laura thought it actually sounded fun, and because of that, she forgot to be embarrassed. “I’m intrigued. What’s it called?”
“Babe Quest,” Tommy replied.
“Sounds pretty entertaining,” she said, proud of herself. The old Laura would probably have turned up her nose or rolled her eyes or turned bright red by now, just over a game—but she wasn’t doing any of those things.
As they continued eating and drinking, Laura mentioned the picture of the two guys on the bookshelf, with the fish. They told her they took a fishing or hiking trip at least once a summer. “More if Braden can get his ass up here,” Tommy added. “But in winter, we’re just total ski bums. Which is good, because I can be that with or without him.”
Somewhere along the way, an invisible layer of sensuality had begun to settle over the room. Laura wasn’t sure if it had started with talk of Tommy’s sex games or if maybe she just liked sharing dinner with two rugged, sexy men—but she couldn’t help being aware of it. For all she knew, it had started with the beer—as usual since arriving on the mountain, a little alcohol had her feeling loopier than it would have at home. As the three of them talked and her gaze moved back and forth from Braden to Tommy, she drank in their good looks and well-muscled physiques, she soaked up their easy masculine laughter, and she realized she liked the odd sense of being isolated with two hot guys. Stan and Candy might be only a stone’s throw away, but the setting made it easy to forget that as quickly as she’d learned it, giving her the sexy impression of being all alone in the middle of nowhere with Braden, and now also with his friend.
Before she knew it, the two guys were debating who worked out more. Apparently Braden went to a health club four times a week, but Tommy thought mountain life in general—skiing, chopping wood for the fire, dealing with general upkeep on his house—added up to just as much exercise. Which had Braden lifting up his sweater to reveal the six-pack on his torso. And, mmm, after not seeing him naked for even just a couple of hours, that torso looked very fine.
“Afraid you got nothin’ on me, dude,” Tommy protested, raising up his long-sleeved cotton pullover to reveal similarly hard abs, which Laura couldn’t help admiring, as well.
“How about you, Laura?” Tommy asked. “Work out? Want to get into the ab contest?”
“Oh, I do crunches in front of the television, and I try to take walks when the weather’s nice—but I’m not a hardcore exercise chick, I’m afraid.”
“Crunches count,” Braden said. “And if all it takes to get that body are some crunches and walking, just keep doing what you’re doing, honey.”
“Well, I don’t have anything chiseled-looking like you guys do—no six-pack or anything.”
Braden tilted his head skeptically. “Come on, you’ve got a great tummy.”
She shook her head, not to be self-deprecating, but because she really thought it was just average. “Well, I’m glad you like it, but it’s