“So violent,” I remarked teasingly, and she shot me the finger.
“Just tell me how to play.”
“Sit down on the coffee table,” I instructed.
“Oh, you get the couch, and I get the coffee table?”
“We’ll switch places soon,” I promised.
Seated, with her tan legs crossed, she demanded to know all the things again. “Okay. What do I do?”
I loved looking at her legs, but it was no struggle to concentrate on her eyes. Amber and green swirled together; they were like a perfect portal to her quirky, delicate soul. “Take a drink of water and hold it in your mouth.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she took the glass from my hand and held it to her lips. “And then?”
“Then I’m going to read something to you, and you have to try not to spew your spit water all over me.”
She snorted. “Romantic.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Are you looking for romance?”
Her answering glare was icy. “Let’s just play.”
“As you wish,” I conceded with a smile.
I waited until she had a full mouth of water and then a couple of extra seconds after that, just for fun.
She leaned forward and punched me in the shoulder.
“Okay, okay,” I said with a laugh. “You’re a demanding little thing.”
Then again, I’d known that last night. Not now, Reed.
I cleared my throat, shook the paper in front of me, and calmly read the title of the first porno on the list. “Plowed by my wife’s mom: a sexual experiment.”
Water covered my face before the final word was even complete, and Lola’s eyes grew to the size of golf balls.
“Oh, my God,” she squeaked like the most adorable stunned mouse. “I’m sorry.”
I grabbed the towel and wiped my face before leaning forward to touch my mouth to hers. So stunned by spewing all over me and my jovial reaction, she let me.
“I’m not. That’s the point of the game, and thanks to your hair trigger, I’m now up by one.”
“This is the game meant to improve our sexual health?”
“Sure is.”
“Why are you so ridiculous?”
“Because it entertains me and you,” I told her truthfully. “Now get your ass over here and switch places with me. Read the next one on the list but don’t go past it.”
“Fine. Drink up.”
I did as ordered.
“But just so you know, I’m hoping you don’t fucking spray me like a hose.”
I waggled my eyebrows. She grabbed the towel, opened it up, and covered herself from the neck down.
“Meaty Poles and Meaty Mommas: 300 Pound-Plus Lovin’.”
I swallowed the water easily after keeping my composure.
“What the hell?” she asked in outrage. “How are you not spewing all over me right now?”
I shrugged. “I guess I’m just more mature than you are.”
“That’s rich. Switch,” she demanded, ripping the towel from her shoulders and shoving me in mine. “Right now.”
She gulped a huge mouthful of water, determined to outdo me.
She raised an eyebrow with teasing ease as I said, “Throat-banged at the office.” But after a brief pause, I caught her off guard. “Part Five.”
Once again, I found myself soaked.
“It does not say that!” she yelled, snatching the paper out of my hands.
I shrugged as she read it for herself. It did, in fact, say that. Granted, I’d added it to the original title while making the list, but it definitely said it.
I was being shoved onto the coffee table again when her doorbell rang.
Both of our heads swung to the door abruptly.
“Expecting someone?”
“No. But I’m never expecting you.” It didn’t take a decoder to figure out she meant that in more ways than my propensity to show up at her door.
It might have been the best compliment she’d given me all day.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I had no idea who it was, but I was certain of two things: they were crafty—somehow finding a way to the door without my buzzing them up, and they weren’t Reed—he was already here, sitting comfortably on my couch. The man had a knack for showing up unexpectedly—a skill I liked to pretend made me feel annoyed when it really made me all tingly and happy inside.
Although, tonight, there was a small part of me that wasn’t too keen on his surprise visit. The whole non-sex, sex fiasco had really complicated things, and I wasn’t ready to see him. I was still trying to wrap my brain around what it had meant and what it had changed, and most importantly, how I had ended up naked with Reed’s penis inside of me.
It was one hell of a mind riddle, and it might have been handy to have a little more than a day to solve it.