Gaming for Love (18 page)

Yas brings me back to
the present. “I’m not surprised that they did that for you. The
Griffin family is very special.”

“Yes they are. Now,
why don’t you two come in for some tea?”

“We don’t have time
for tea, but can Yasmin have a quick look around?”

“Of course she can.”

We go inside and Yas
walks around saying that she loves this house too. The sincerity in
her voice makes me believe her. She runs hers finger over my growth
marks in the kitchen and takes a picture of them. We say our goodbyes
and get several more hugs before we are on our way again.

“Thank you for
showing me where you grew up. Both places are so beautiful and I feel
like I know so much more about you.”

“I’ll tell you
anything you want to know about me. You just have to ask.”

“Anything? Even the
secrets that John is keeping for you?”

“Alright, maybe not
everything.”

Yas

Today has been amazing.
The Art Institute was beyond words and Navy Pier was so fun. But,
meeting John and Mrs. Johnson has been the best. Getting to see how
much these people love my man was just so special. Seeing the homes
that he grew up in was pretty cool, too. I wouldn’t call being tied
to a bed by game controllers a highlight, except maybe it was. I
mean, I wasn’t really into it, but it meant a lot to Scott and he
made me as comfortable as possible. Especially after, when he told me
that I was in charge next time. He knew I needed to have control
after feeling so vulnerable. I love him for that. I can’t wait for
the cruise and Windy City Tats. Zane has covered Scott in all of
those beautiful tattoos and I know that he’s important to him.

We get back to the
hotel and as we walk through the lobby, the concierge intercepts us.
“Your packages have arrived, Mr. Griffin. I had them taken up to
your suite.”

“Thanks,” Scott
tells her, smiling and pulling some money out of his pocket for a
tip.

“What packages?” He
is carrying my souvenir bags and I can’t imagine what else he could
have had delivered today.

“Surprise packages.”
He leans down to kiss me lightly. “Let’s get upstairs so that you
can see them.”

I’m excited and a
little nervous as we take the elevator upstairs. Scott opens the door
and motions for me to go in first. I walk in and see several bags
from the Art Institute covering one of the couches. “Wh-what are
those, Scott?”

“Everything you
wanted from the museum store,” he tells me quirking the eyebrow
with his piercing, causing the barbell in it to raise up, too.

“Everything I wanted?
I only wanted the t-shirt and poster that I had you buy me.”

“No, you only
asked
me for the t-shirt and poster. You
wanted
many other things. I saw your eyes light up and you bite your bottom
lip several times in that store.” He walks over and cups my face
with his hands. “I knew you that you were going to do something
like that. That you would tell me only a couple things because you
don’t want me spending money on you. But, I
want
to spend my money on you. There’s no one I would
rather
spend my money on. So, I planned ahead and talked to the store
manager while you were in the bathroom.”

“Scott.” I start,
but he leans down and kisses the protest from my lips.

“Yas, I wanted to do
this. Let me do this. Besides, I don’t even know when your birthday
is, so maybe this could be part of that, too, if it will make you
feel better.”

I see the love in his
eyes and I can’t deny him. “Thanks. It means a lot to me that you
would pay attention to what I liked. My birthday is February 2. When
is yours?”

“It’s August 2.”

“August 2. That’s
only in a few weeks!” I say, a little panicked. I already have a
plan, I’ve had one all day even though I didn’t know when his
birthday was. But, I need to go online to find the finishing touches.

“You don’t have to
get me anything, Yas. I buy myself pretty much whatever I want. My
family always tells me how hard I am to shop for.”

“I happen to be an
excellent gift giver and I already know what I’m going to give you.
I just have to get it put together.”

“Put together, huh?
That sounds intriguing. Do I get a hint?” he asks while kissing my
neck.

I push him away from me
because we really need to get ready for the cruise. “No, no hints.
Now, let me see what you got me. Because, maybe it’s
not
what I wanted.” I am teasing him, but I’m actually a little
nervous. What if he thought I liked some hideous things?

I shouldn’t have
worried. As I take things out of the bags, I see the beautiful pieces
of jewelry I had admired. The purse made of sari pieces that I had
run my finger over and even the glass wall tiles I had looked at,
knowing exactly where I would hang them in my house. There are many
artwork prints and an umbrella covered in water lilies. There’s
more, too. He really
was
paying attention. I turn to look at him and he is shifting back and
forth looking a little nervous.

“Did I get it right?
That was the stuff you liked, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Scott. This is
everything that I liked but didn’t want to ask you for. Thank you.”
I kiss him again and then remind him that we need to get ready.

“You can use the
dressing salon and I will get ready in the bedroom, Yas.”

“You don’t want to
get ready together?” I ask him, confused.

“Actually, no. I
think it might be cool if we get ready separately so that we can
surprise each other. Is that weird?”

“No, that is
definitely not weird. And for someone who once told me that he didn’t
know how to be romantic or woo me, you are doing an amazing job of
both,” I tell him honestly as I grab the bag filled with the museum
jewelry so that I can wear some it tonight.

“Yeah? I guess I am
better at this than I thought. I do have a wonderful muse who
inspires me though. I wish I had time to show you just how much you
inspire
me.”

I dodge his hands as I
remind him of his promise. “I’m in charge tonight, remember? And
I plan to show you how much I appreciate the romance and wooing. Now
go get ready so that you can dazzle me.” He already dazzles me but
I can’t wait to see him dressed up for dinner. I have never seen
him dressed up and the thought makes me dizzy.

“Yes, ma’am.” He
salutes me and then heads to the closet while I go behind the curtain
into the dressing salon. This suite is beyond amazing.

I go to one of the
mirrored wardrobes and pull out the black Bettie Page dress I brought
in case I needed to dress up while we were here. It has a high neck,
landing just above my clavicle, and three quarter sleeves. It lands
just below my knee and hugs my body like it was made for it. So,
basically I am covered up but sexy. I was a little worried that it
would be too hot to wear it, but I brought it just in case. I have
other dresses but I want to wear this one, because I feel hot and
sexy in it. Sam and Erika were with me when I bought it and they both
said that it was a must buy. I’m banking on it being a little
cooler on the water. If not, I will just suffer in silence. I pull a
chunky, grey mother of pearl necklace out of the museum bag. It is
the perfect style for the dress. I put my hair up, but leave a few
curls falling, and do my makeup. I don’t normally wear much, but I
want to look extra special tonight. I slip on strappy black heels,
grab a black clutch and I’m ready to go.

“Are you ready?” I
ask through the curtain. I want us both to be fully dressed and ready
for our date when we see each other.

“Yep. I am.”

I move the curtain
aside and nearly pass out from the sight in front of me. Scott is in
a black suit with a green shirt underneath, open at the collar so a
hint of his Griffin tattoo is showing. His hair is gelled up into its
usual faux hawk and he has a smile on his face. He looks so good that
it almost hurts to look at him. I mean I love him in t-shirts and
shorts or jeans. Oh, and naked, especially naked. But this is Scott
on a whole other level. As much as he hates suits, his body is made
for them. Wow, just wow. The green compliments his eyes, which are
encased in the glasses that he knows I love, and makes them pop even
more than usual. Or maybe they’re popping because his eyes went
impossibly wide when I walked into the room.

“Holy fuck, Yas. You
look so fucking hot. I mean, damn. I know you’re hot, but damn. I
can’t even form a coherent sentence.”

I laugh at his
reaction, which warms me all over. “You just did.”

“Huh, what?” he
says still looking at me like his next meal. He seems to collect
himself and chuckles. “Oh, yeah, I did. But, seriously, baby. I am
going to be glaring at other guys all night as they check you out.”

“They can check me
out all they want. This dress is only coming off for one guy. And I
am going to be glaring at a bunch of women tonight too. You are
beyond hot in that suit. I know you don’t like wearing suits, but
holy fuck to you too.”

“You’re right. I
don’t like wearing suits, but seeing the look in your eyes right
now is making me rethink my wardrobe choices.”

“No. You should wear
your t-shirts on a daily basis and just wear suits on occasion. Any
more than that might cause me and every other woman who sees you to
have a heart attack.” I joke as I reach him and finger the lapels
of his jacket. I’m not joking, though. I probably would have a
heart attack if I saw him like this every day. “And with your
glasses on, too? I am swooning right now. Oh shit, did I just say
that out loud?”

“Yeah, you did. But I
won’t hold it against you since I think that I’m doing the male
version of swooning, whatever that is called.” He reaches out with
one hand and fingers the built in belt that crisscrosses around the
dress.

I step away because I
know if I don’t, we may not make it out of the room. “Come on,
sexy man, we have a cruise to catch.”

“I know you’re
looking forward to it. But, just know, I would love to stay here and
peel that dress off of you.” He reaches out and takes my hand,
leading me to the door.

“You can do that
later.” I promise him as we head out the door.

As we walk into the
lobby, I see many heads turn our way, both male and female, so I
guess we are both being checked out. I feel so happy with his arm
around me as he guides me towards the valet parking booth. I stop him
near the concierge desk and ask her to take our picture. She takes
several as we pose for her. I go to tip her, but Scott beats me to it
with a smile. Then we are outside, getting in his Mustang and heading
for Navy Pier.

* * *

Scott

I valet the car at the
Pier and place my hand on Yasmin’s back as we head to the boat. I
don’t know what to expect and don’t think that this will really
be my thing, but I know Yas is excited for the cruise, so I’m happy
to play along. A photographer takes our picture as we board. He hands
me a ticket with instructions on how to purchase the photo online.
I’ll do it because I know Yas will want one and hell, I want one
too. I can’t wait to put a picture of us in my place. I will have
to ask Yas to text me some of the ones from earlier today.

“Can we go outside on
the deck or did you want to eat right away?” she asks me.

“I’m good. We can
go outside if you want.” I smile at her as she clasps my hand and
leads me outside. There are couches around the outside of the boat
and we manage to snag one. I put my arm around her and hold her close
as the boat pulls out into the lake. I kiss her temple and she looks
up at me, her eyes shining with something. No, not just something.
She is looking at me with love in her eyes. “I love you, Yas.
Thanks again for coming here with me.”

She turns her body
towards me as she kisses me. It starts out sweet, but soon her tongue
is teasing my lip ring and her mouth is opening for me. I slide my
tongue in and explore her mouth. Her hands are in my hair and I am
running mine up and down her arms. I pull her further towards me,
wanting her on my lap, when a throat clears behind us.

“Excuse me, but there
are children on board.” I look up into the eyes of a nervous
looking teenage employee.

“Sorry, man,” I say
with a smile as Yas stands up smoothing out her dress and placing
herself in front of me to hide my erection. “But, if you were here
with her, could you resist?” I add and the kid turns bright red.

“Behave,” Yas says
as she swats me on the shoulder. She turns to the kid. “You’ll
have to excuse him, he’s not used to being around people. He’s
more comfortable with his computer.”

He laughs and I want to
be mad, but I can’t. My girl is just too cute when she’s trash
talking me. “I’m pretty comfortable with you. And last time I
checked, you’re not a computer. But maybe I need to check you over
again just to be sure.” The kid looks ready to freak out again.

“Come on, let’s go
inside and get some dinner.” She pulls me to my feet and in the
door. “I think you scandalized that poor boy,” she scolds me.

“Me? You’re the one
in the dress that will give him wet dreams for days.”

“Just days?” She
stares at me, pretending to pout.

“Years, baby, years.
I, for one, am going to remember you in this dress for years.”

“I can’t show you
how much I like that answer while we are on this boat where there are
children present, but I promise that I’ll show you later.” My
cock, which is still hard from our outdoor activities, twitches
against my pants. I pull her firmly in front of me as the hostess
shows us to our table.

I made sure that we had
a two person table when I booked the cruise. I didn’t want to share
our night with anyone else. After we’re seated, a waitress comes to
the table. She is around Yasmin’s age and is looking at me like I’m
what
she
wants for
dinner.