Texas Tea Game Novels & Stories

He has the nerve to look sheepish, knowing he's just broken my sports-loving heart. "But it's the Cowboys, Caleb," I plead. "The Cowboys never come to Houston." "I know, and if there was any other way to make this work, I would do it." Crossing my arms over my chest, I think of a plan. There's got to be a way to shuffle things around so everyone can get what they need. I clear my throat. "Really, I don't need video of the entire game. We can get that from the feeds anyway." "Tiff…" Caleb knows I'm not going to let this go without a fight.

You look beautiful," Anika exclaimed. Sarah grinned and bowed her head, but not before Anika noticed the tiny pink on her cheeks. Jacob made an impatient motion toward Casper. "Why are you standing here while he is standing over there?" Jacob's face stiffened as he examined the room. "I should have known the old bastard would be here." Anika followed his eyes and found Pete Foxhorn holding court within earshot of Casper. Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous.

Her stuff was laying in the grass, in an unorganized pile. "I want to catch Danny completely off guard tonight. I want it to look like you see me cheering for him, and get pissed." Tessa rummaged through her bag, and pulled out her phone. "Text me where the student section is, and I'll be there by the start of the game." "It's called kick-off." I giggled at her choice of words, and she threw up her hands in defense. "I never claimed to know anything about football." She laughed. "Basketball is my favorite."

“Let’s not talk about that.” “Okay…” I murmured, a little puzzled. Elara really was full of locked doors and no keys. Tessa leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “Let’s play a game.” “What kind of game?” I asked warily. “A drinking game,” she said, wiggling her brows. “I ask a question, you drink if you don’t want to answer.” Elara laughed. “You look a little evil right now Tess, is this what alcohol does to you?.”

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

"Whoot Whoot!" "Start the show!" "Hot babe!" "That's what I'm talking about!!" They keep on shouting and getting entertained as I open the curtain and start dancing in front of them. I started to remove my clothes until I reach the part where I'm about to show skin. The audience went wild. Money is pouring everywhere in this room! I got excited, so I do belly dancing. Now, I'm removing my bralette. I wiggled it after removing it, spit, and started to mash. The rule for this stripper game is that no one is allowed to touch me. All they have to do is watch and get horny.

She asked. " with you?" " did you see anyone else in the court?" Truth be told, there wasn't anyone else, but I still couldn't believe she just asked me to play with her. " why? are you scared that I'll beat you?" She asked, peering at me. " of course not... You should be scared instead. " " hm. Okay, let's make it like this. The first person to hit a 20 get to buy the other person a soda."

Although they love to fight and I would oblige if needed. I gave myself one more look in the full length mirror in the bar manager’s office. The “uniform” for this mission was sexy but not my style. I wore cowboy boots, short cutoff shorts that showed the slightest bit of my ass cheeks, and a cinched up corset. My hair was fuller than I usually wear it and my make up was heavier with a smokey eye. Backwoods sexy I was. One last deep breath and out the door I went. There were so many scents in the crowded bar it took a minute to get control of my wolf senses. I had been waiting tables and serving drinks for about two hours when the biggest brooding man I have ever seen entered the bar, and he

"I don't like mind games. And my job is to dispose of runts like you trying to act smart." ​"It's not an act, actually," I replied, tilting my head with a small, mocking smile. "Or... are you just scared?" ​"Cheap provocation," Ted spat, though I saw the skin around his jaw tighten. He gestured to the empty desk between us. "But let's see it. Let's see what kind of cheap tactic you're trying to pull." ​I took a slow breath, stepping up to the desk. "First rule of the game: we have to hold hands."

“The lead sweep team bypassed the outer sensor grid. They didn't miss Grid 3; they intentionally left the path open. Victoria’s technician ran a diagnostic on the local server. They detected the micro-burst transmission you used to ping Zero’s network. They’ve baited the drop point.” I stood perfectly still under the blinding, white glare of the tactical floodlight. My hands were raised, fingers splayed wide and level with my shoulders, mimicking the exact posture of a terrified, cornered runner. To the three men fanning out in front of me, I was just Aria —the weak, fragile girl who had managed to slip away with Arthur Vance's most precious ledger. A civilian playing at survival. "I didn't