Game for Intimacy

By Sandra Carmel

Are you game?

While playing a sexy virtual reality game, Brody, a mobility-challenged, gamer whiz makes an unlikely connection with Beth, the woman of his dreams. Although way out of his league, she seems to like him—really like him.

As they become more intimate, he learns her perfect façade hides demons deeper than his physical insecurities, which puts a huge strain on their relationship. Can he help her break through her defensive walls and create an everlasting love?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight
• Release date: Jul 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9780369503930

Sandra Carmel

Sandra Carmel is an Australian author of racy, flirty and downright-dirty romance novels, novellas, short stories and poetry, who enjoys stimulating herself and others with words. An obsession with classic romance novels, particularly Jane Eyre, and her infatuation with Mr Rochester were key motivators in commencing her romance writing journey. So far, she has taken the scenic route from steamy paranormal to sci-fi to contemporary, creating provocative stories that delve beneath the surface of desire. She reads and writes a lot, frequently disrupted by her ever-attentive, cheeky cats, and sinfully amorous array of book boyfriends.

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Copyright© 2021 Sandra Carmel

ISBN: 978-0-3695-0393-0

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Jessica Ruth

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WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Limitations live only in our minds.

—Jamie Paolinetti

GAME FOR INTIMACY

Intertwined Love, 2

Sandra Carmel

Copyright © 2021

Chapter One

Virtual Connection

B-True: Oh God, oh God, oh God!

Fuck! Brody collapsed against his couch, trying to catch his breath, his cock still jerking in his hand from his mega climax. Choosing black leather furniture had been one of his better decisions considering how many times he’d jacked off without a condom, watching porn on his massive screen TV.

Not the fake-tit, over-exaggerated-O, typical shit. His tastes went more European arthouse. Gorgeous exotic women, real bodies, less over-acting.

B-True’s post-orgasm panting pounded through his headset, adding to the fucking awesomeness.

B-Brave: No words.

B-True: How about a post-coital cuddle?

God, her husky voice sounded so sassy, so sexy, so hot.

B-Brave: Sorry. Can’t move.

B-True: Such a guy. Blow your load and straight into sleep mode.

B-Brave: Ha ha. Sounded like you enjoyed yourself too. Did you use any of the new attachments or rub one out yourself?

B-True: Sounded like?

B-Brave: Hard to miss all the moans and heavy breathing. But I did promise to show you a good time, and I stuck to it.

A bit like his cum to his dick if he didn’t remove the cock sleeve and dispose of the used condom. Bare would be better, but way too messy. And he didn’t want to bugger up the sleeve technology. It worked an absolute treat.

If the sensation just from the sleeve rocked his sex life, he couldn’t wait to test Cole’s patented, touch-sensitive body suit.

B-True: You definitely did.

B-Brave: By the way, you didn’t answer my question. And I won’t give you a free pass on that one, no matter how much you beg.

Probably not one hundred percent true, but she didn’t need to know that.

The silence stretched and he could almost hear her biting her lip in hesitation.

B-True: Rubbed one out.

Now that’s all he could imagine. He removed the cock sleeve, grabbed a wad of tissues out of the box on the coffee table, and discarded the condom.

B-Brave: Hand on pussy?

B-True: Actually, more like fingers on pussy.

The scent of his spent seed permeated the air, the dim lighting adding to the sexually-charged atmosphere. He stroked his cock, already as hard as an old-school joystick and he’d only come a few minutes ago.

B-Brave: Fuck, you’re killing me. I could almost go again.

B-True: Me too.

Shit. They’d chatted for barely a couple months and things had quickly gotten sexual. Probably didn’t help playing a game like Intimacy World. Problem was he’d become attached. A little too attached. And he had no idea how she even looked, only that she’d recently turned twenty-nine, grew up in country New South Wales, and made a kick-ass fireteam member, not to mention virtual sex partner.

B-True’s character remained in a recumbent, blissed-out posture on screen. She looked so deliciously just-fucked, he craved round two but didn’t want to bulldoze. It was their first fully intimate time together, and he refused to ruin it by pushing his needy agenda. But that didn’t stop him struggling to keep his B-Brave hands off her. It was the closest he’d come to sex in, fuck, over two years.

B-True: Hey, you’ve gone all quiet. Everything okay?

B-Brave: Totally. Just basking in the afterglow.

And trying to stop thinking about how much he wanted her, beyond the game. So irrational. There may be no spark whatsoever in person. He had no idea if she even looked anything like her super-sexy avatar. If she resembled hers as much as he did his, then the only accuracy lay in her age and coloring—youthful-looking adult with blonde-streaked brown hair and fair skin.

B-True: Are you going to the PAX Aus convention in Melbourne?

Nice deflection.

B-Brave: I’ve been thinking about it, you?

B-True: I’ll definitely be there.

Did she ask because she wanted him to attend? Or just out of politeness?

B-True: If you go, maybe we could meet up?

A tinge of hope hung on her words. Hmmm … seemed like she did want to make that in-person connection. Now that they’d had virtual sex it could either be fucking amazing or horribly awkward.

He couldn’t deny the underlying current of attraction and expectation between them, but what if neither of them lived up to that? Given his situation, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t. All the arousal drained from his dick.

B-Brave: Maybe we should exchange photos then, beforehand, so we know who to look for.

So he could prepare her.

B-True: Does that mean you’ll go?

B-Brave: I guess.

B-True: You could sound a bit more excited.

Part of him was excited, but his logical self stepped in, the weight of reality crushing any lingering, romantic wish.

B-Brave: I’m nervous.

B-True: B-Brave. It’s just me. It’ll be fun. No expectations.

Easy to say, but his heart had already developed an addiction. Had hers? And when she saw him, would it all change?

Probably. But it would be better to know early on. Or so he kept telling himself.

B-Brave: Okay. I’ll book first thing tomorrow.

B-True: Yay! But no pictures. Let’s keep it a surprise. We’ll decide on a meeting place at the convention… No, I know, a table at the cocktail event on the Friday night. When they tell you your table number, message me and I’ll come to you. My mobile is…

Swapping mobile numbers. Shit. Their relationship had suddenly become really real. Having her number made it so fucking tempting to call just to hear her sultry voice. Or text. He could communicate with her whenever he wanted now. Technically.

No more waiting to see if she’d be online or organizing a game meeting time. It was like having a superpower you knew you shouldn’t use unless you had a strong enough reason. Hell. Pure hell. Like making himself go to bed and be responsible when all he wanted was to keep playing the latest game and make it through to the top level.

B-Brave: Sweet. All saved. I’ll send you a test text.

B-True: Got it! I can’t wait.

They wouldn’t have to. Not for long. If all went to plan, they’d meet in person in four short days. Should he have told her what to expect? No. He offered to exchange pictures, but she wanted it to be a surprise. He’d definitely live up to that, but not in the way she might have imagined.

Hopefully the sight of him, the reality of his situation, wouldn’t send her running the other way. Unfortunately, it wasn’t unusual. Even if women didn’t run, they immediately allocated him to the friend-zone. It sucked, but at least he’d know where their relationship stood.

No more assuming. No more hoping. No longer could they hide behind their virtual-reality avatars. She’d get to see him and he’d get to see her without the protection of a game screen. And he’d bet his PlayStation 4 and retro game library she couldn’t come close to matching his level of revelation.

Chapter Two

Unconventional

PAX Aus, October – Gaming convention, Melbourne

Brody hooked the goodie bag over his wheelchair handles, put his ID lanyard around his neck, and wheeled away from the registration desk into a waiting wall of foaming-at-the-mouth, impatient gamers.

Sardines had it good. The Melbourne Convention and Exhibition Centre was so dense with people—some wearing colorful costumes, representing their