Steam Novels & Stories

Helpless plunge my being as another series of self-destructive and depressing thoughts ran through my head. To distract me, I peered around the room taking in the interior. The room was generously large with a Royal-size fancy bed pushed against the wall opposite the bedroom door with an ottoman at the edge and with nightstands on either side of it. A 70 inch or maybe bigger Tv was mounted to the left side of the wall where the bedroom door was framed.

As I watched them, I began to toy with my pussy as well, inserting my fingers into my wet, warm area. In a few more minutes, Rob came. As the pleasure faded from his eyes, I could see shame began to appear on his face. Stefan saw it, too and he said, “There's no need to be ashamed, son. It's perfectly normal what just happened.” “But we're—” Stefan cut him off. “Not by blood. Again, it is perfectly normal. I have gone down numerous times on men before.” Rob's eyes widened. “You have?”

“And…maybe beating numerous guys half to death because they were late on payments.” “Hey, in my defense, they were at least three weeks late and giving excuses upon excuses.” We both chuckle and fist bump. “Next we have the biggest player in the school—-“ She gets cut off by a very hot black-haired guy. “Rhea, I can introduce myself. I’m Caleb White. 22. Grade A.” Damn, his voice is deep. Wait, Grade A… “So you’ve committed murder yeah?” I ask. “Yes and did I hear a little bit of excitement under your voice just now?”

My shirt and shorts are still sitting neatly folded at the end of the bed. His steady gaze holds mine as he rises to his feet. "I'll turn around so you can change." I release a nervous breath as he crosses his arms over his chest before turning his back to me. For a heartbeat, I stand there, strangely paralyzed before shaking myself out of the mental stupor and grabbing the soft T-shirt. I hold it up and take a better look at it. Western Wolves Hockey. My fingers trail over the navy embossed letters. I peek at him to make sure his back is still turned before bringing the shirt to my nose and inhaling.

Larissa's mind was still foggy and she did not reply immediately. Wendy explained, "With the lockdown in place, people can't go out to have fun. They can only stay home and watch dramas or play games! The biggest and most comprehensive streaming site online is VisualBox. It's owned by Microworks Corporations. Exclusive content can only be unlocked by paying for a membership. As for games, the top three most downloaded games on the leaderboards were developed by Microworks Corporation as well. I heard that the gaming department of Microworks Corporations made billions in revenue in just the first week of the lockdown!"

Me. I ran a thumb over the cold, polished surface of the table, struggling to anchor myself. The final review of the Apex Asia deal—a multi-billion-dollar merger that would solidify Humphrey Enterprises’ foothold in the Asian market—was due to start in two minutes. My legal counsel, Alan, was clearing his throat beside me, ready to present the final risk assessment.

“What did you buy?” He looked at the box, then looked at my narrowed eyes, and the terrifying Alpha posture melted into that sheepish, cornered smirk that always made him look about nineteen. “It’s a co-op gaming rig,” he confessed in a low murmur, rubbing the back of his neck. “Dual curved monitors. Noise-canceling headsets. Low-latency split-screen setup so him and Toby can run their tank missions without the lag from the valley internet line.” “Tyson!” I gasped, swatting his bicep with the flat of the wooden spoon. “He is turning eight years old! Eight! You don’t buy an eight-year-old an enterprise-grade tactical simulator!”

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TEAMMATES LOCKER ROOM PT 7 The locker room had gone quiet ten minutes earlier. Water still ran in the far shower stall where Jace had Ethan pinned against the tile. Ethan’s hands braced on the wall. Jace’s hips snapped forward in short, hard strokes, one forearm across Ethan’s chest to keep him in place. Steam filled the space. The rest of the team and staff had cleared out after the final whistle. The championship trophy remained in its usual corner beyond the showers, out of sight from the stalls.

It sounded like he was playing Call of Duty. I waited until my antivirus finished updating before starting the simulator. Once it loaded, I brought up the job marketplace and selected the first entry. Farm equipment from Tallinn, Estonia to Cardiff. After confirming it, the game took me to the driving screen. Following the GPS, I made the pickup and hit the road to the sound of Albert Cummings ripping through "500 Miles." I could tell this was going to be a great session. Around an hour and a half later, I pulled into a little combination truck stop/rest area to sleep. It gave me a chance to hit the bathroom, grab some more tea, and stretch.