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Authors: Jeanne Barrack

The Game

 The Game

Jeanne Barrack

Published 2014

ISBN: 978-1-62210-180-1

Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright © Published 2014, Jeanne Barrack. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.


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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.


Dave Harris is a NYPD vice detective who’s single, handsome, and straight, with a brand-new sexy girlfriend. He’s unaware of the feelings that Frank Paterno, his roommate and best friend, has for him.

Shari Nelson, a freelance reporter, is madly in love with Dave, but has some secrets that are driving her crazy. Only Marcie Kaplan, her roommate and a lady with a few secrets of her own, knows just how much Shari's little vices are eating at her. When Dave invites Shari to share his grandfather's cabin in upstate New York for a winter weekend, she spontaneously invites Marcie along for moral support—forcing Dave to invite Frank along as Marcie's date.

Snowbound in the cabin, with no way of getting help and a cupboard emptier than Old Mother Hubbard's, they divert the time playing “Strip
,” a game that will compel them to reveal their hidden secrets and desires.

If they're rescued, how will they deal with the changes in their relationships?

Chapter 1

Dave Harris had pulled more than a couple of strings to get time off from work to take this little four-day excursion. The holiday season was always busy for the police, but somehow he’d managed to get that four-day back-vacation owed him.

He looked down at Shari’s sleeping form in the front seat next to him. A strand of vivid auburn hair screened her face from view. His shoulder ached from keeping still for the past three hours so he wouldn’t wake her.

His plan for some alone time with Shari had gone up in flames. After a month together, he still knew next to nothing about her other than she was a reporter for the
Brooklyn Bridge
newspaper, a weekly rag focusing on news and human interest stories affecting the borough.

They’d met at a crime scene at a club in the Park Slope area. She’d been hanging around, looking for a story, and Dave had been instantly drawn to her flame-colored hair. He’d always been a sucker for redheads.

When she saw him eyeing her, she boldly walked up to him, handed over her business card, and simply said, “Call me.”

He had.

And for the past four weeks they’d gotten together whenever they had free time—night or day. He smiled.
Get together
was a pretty pallid way to describe what happened whenever they were in the same space.

Sex. Pure, hot, wet, quick, furious, sweaty fucking.

He met her once a week for lunch at
, an Italian joint near the precinct. He’d never taken Angelo up on his offer to use the back room whenever he wanted, until Shari. The
had become a weekly ritual. His lips twitched as he realized that, since then, whenever he smelled Italian food he got a hard-on.

He’d taken her once, standing up against the wall in an alley in back of a snitch’s apartment near where she worked. On the spur of the moment, he’d text messaged her with the address and just one word—“now.”

Ten minutes later, her skirt was up to her waist, her thong was down to her ankles, and his cock was deep in her pussy. She’d come twice with his hand and once with his prick.

When they finished, she kicked off the thong and handed it to him.

“Think of me.”

And she strolled back to work, leaving him standing in the alley. Her scent wafting from the scrap of black lace left his cock hard and aching again.

The rest of his shift had been shot. His hand kept drifting to his pocket, fondling her gift, and his mind kept drifting to the image of her walking around the rest of the day bare-assed. Finally, he’d gone into the men’s room and, locking the door behind him, jacked off.

He couldn’t remember the last time they’d had a full conversation. Hell, why talk? She was always wet and ready when he wanted her, no matter when he got off work. After the second week, she’d given him a key to her first-floor apartment of the two-story brownstone she shared with her friend Marcie. He’d crawl into her bed, and she’d wake up instantly. They’d make love without saying a word and then fall asleep after. The next morning, he’d leave after setting up coffee for her; a little thing, but it was his way of making a connection outside of the bedroom.

He’d been like a kid given permission to indulge in his favorite wet dream.

But he wasn’t a kid, and now he wanted more. More of the kind of relationship that would comfort him when people got killed, and he’d come home pissed and frustrated because he couldn’t do anything enough about it. He wanted more than just someone to go to bed with. Yeah, he wanted more.

But more Shari, not more people!

* * * *

Frank Paterno stared at the back of Dave’s neck and indulged in his favorite fantasy.

He was showering in the apartment he shared with him. The hot water pounded down on his aching muscles. Steam swirled around his body and his hair fell into his eyes as he rinsed off the shampoo. He squeezed his eyes shut to keep the lather from stinging, and when he opened them Dave stood there, naked, his cock hard and erect.

“Need some help washing your back?”

In his fantasy, he couldn’t speak, didn’t need to speak. He just nodded and Dave stepped inside the stall and shut the door.

Dave smiled, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners. He wore his curly, dark brown hair short and it stood up in little swirls around his ears.

Frank wanted to caress those curls, nip his strong neck, and feel Dave’s cock deep in his ass.

And in his dreams, he did.

“Turn around, Frankie. Let me get that spot you always miss.”

It was his dream, so he could observe the scene as though watching a movie. He saw himself turn around, facing the tile wall and bracing himself for what he knew would come next.

Dave lathered up his hands and sank one lean finger deep inside Frank's anus. Frank swore he could really feel it move within him, driving him straight over the edge.

He watched his own satiated body slide down to the slick, ceramic floor and he heard Dave’s forceful command.

“Get on your knees and suck me. Now.”

He rushed to comply. Dave was so much more powerful than him. Even in high school, Dave was the one who earned a letter in basketball while Frank was the math whiz.

Dave’s folks loved to tease him.

“Maybe the stork figured wrong and left the athlete here with us by mistake.
could use a little of your brains,

Everyone would laugh, and Dave’s mother would put another piece of noodle pudding on his plate.

God, he loved Dave’s family.

After high school, it seemed natural for them to share an apartment. Their natures balanced each other’s.

Dave never knew how much he’d agonized over being close to him on a daily basis and not being able to tell him how much he wanted him. He compensated by making sure to pick up Dave’s cleaning and keep the apartment neat. And he fantasized every time Dave shared the highlights of his latest female conquest. Dave had always kept his love affairs sweet and short, but even though he had only been with Shari a month, it was different this time. Dave had never stayed overnight at a woman’s home. He had never wanted to get too close because of his job, but now things had changed. He agonized over how long it would be before Dave moved out completely.

He never brought over any of his gay friends, at least not the ones he was fucking. He had female friends who thought it a riot to cover for him. He’d actually once convinced Dave that he was engaged. When the so-called engagement ended, Dave consoled him with beer and pizza and season tickets to the
. They’d sit next to each other at the games and each time Dave would grab him and scream in his face when the
scored, he’d dream the screams were ones of ecstasy.

He’d milked his broken heart for over a year so he didn’t need to bring home any females. But he’d finally run out of excuses.

He wondered, though, if Dave might have guessed how he felt. Every now and then he’d catch Dave eyeing him, especially after his so-called breakup. To keep up appearances, he’d accepted his invitation for the weekend. No way out of it.


Shari Nelson shifted in her seat, snuggling closer to Dave.

What the hell had she been thinking to invite Marcie and tell Dave to invite Frank on this four-day getaway?

But she knew Dave wanted to talk, and maybe having other people there would forestall a long overdue conversation. And she was afraid.

It had been four glorious weeks of mindless, mind-boggling sex with him. She’d wanted Dave from the first second she’d seen him and had let him know it right off the bat.

He’d called the next day, and after that, anytime he called, she came.

Literally and figuratively.

He was so strong.

One time he’d fucked her in an alley, holding her up so her feet could go around his lean hips and hang on while he banged her brains out.

Did he know how much she needed him?

No one had ever matched his stamina. He always seemed ready, and she was more than willing. After their second week together, she had a key made for him. It seemed silly for him to go back to his apartment since, during the first two weeks, he’d come over to her apartment every other night. When she’d given him the key, he chuckled.

“Guess you’re pretty sure of me, babe. Glad the last guy who lived here returned the key. Wouldn’t want you to go to any special expense for me.”

He thought it was an extra, probably thought she’d given it to other lovers.

She knew he wouldn’t believe her if she told him he was the only one she’d let into her personal space, into her life. But only a little way.

He’d come into the apartment exhausted from work. She’d hear the
as he stowed his gun on the top shelf of the bedroom closet after emptying the bullet clip. Hear the water run as he brushed his teeth. Hear the rustle of his clothing as he folded them neatly on the bedroom chair. He’d sigh, and sometimes she thought he was getting ready to say something. She’d hold her breath, waiting to see if he’d speak, but he never did. She never asked him to talk, afraid he’d say something she didn’t want to hear.

Instead, he’d slip naked into bed, and gather her in his arms, his thick penis rubbing her backside. His hands would creep around to her nipples, and he’d play with them a bit before he’d grab some lube, sink his fingers in her hot, wet pussy, and his cock in her ass.

She’d climax, screaming, gasping for breath.

And wishing she could truly find complete release.

For the past month, she hadn’t gone back to the sex club where she’d seen him investigating a homicide. He had no idea she hadn’t been there for a story but had just left after a session with her Master.

Dave had never looked under her bed and found the locked suitcase with her paraphernalia. The closest they’d come to sex toys were the ribbed condoms they used sometimes.

God, how she wanted to share with him! He was the most forceful lover she’d ever had, and she couldn’t get enough of him. But she’d have to end it soon if she couldn’t get back to the lifestyle she liked the best.

Should she tell him this weekend? She’d vacillated back and forth, hence Marcie and Frank’s presence.

What would Dave say? She was so afraid he’d look at her like he looked at one of the scumbags he hauled in for questioning. But she wanted to tell him, had to tell him. Right?

She had taken a wild, insane chance and toted her suitcase along with her.

Would she even open it this weekend?

Not if she didn’t tell him what was inside.

She snuggled closer.


Marcie Kaplan looked out the window at the passing scenery. The air was crisp and cold, and the night scattered with stars.

Her stomach rumbled.

She had rushed to be ready when Dave picked them up and hadn’t eaten any lunch. They hadn’t stopped for food because they’d seen snowflakes fluttering. Dave didn’t want to take a chance that they’d get stuck on the way to his grandfather’s cabin upstate.

Stupid idea, this weekend. She knew she’d be nothing more than an extra body when Shari begged her to come along.

But it had been a long time since she’d been with Tony and Kip. Why the hell had their jobs demanded they relocate? Her nipples tightened as she remembered the last time she’d been fucked.

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