He produces a pizza stone from one of the cabinets. It makes me wonder how much time he actually spends in the kitchen. I don’t even have a pizza stone. Of course, I order in most of whatI eat now. When it’s ready, we take it into the living room and eat it while flopped on the couch.
“Last piece?” he offers.
“There’s no way any more will fit in here.” I lay back on the couch and rub my stomach for emphasis. “I think we’re going to have to let it settle before moving onto dessert.” After all, there is nothing remotely sexy about belching pizza in the middle of love making.
“Probably not a bad idea. Nothing crushes an orgasm like seeing pizza coming back up.” He sets the pan with the remaining piece on the coffee table. Reacher snarfs it down in two bites. “We’re not going to want him sleeping with us tonight either.” The dog puffs out a round of gas and looks at us over his shoulder.
“Nice.” I push up until I’m resting against the back of the pull-out couch. “What do you want to do until the pizza settles? What about another round of gin?”
Beau moans, but tosses me the cards from the coffee table anyway. I think, secretly, he likes us learning more about each other. Deep down, I think he’s a romantic.
twelve
BEAU
“I guessI’d have to say, if I could pick anywhere to go on vacation, it would be Greece,” I say. We decided to continue our card game we started last night. The questions are much tamer this time.
I agree with Harmony, it’s a good way to get to know someone. I also think we’re out of creative ways to keep ourselves entertained that doesn’t include seeing the pizza again.
“Really. Why?”
“The water is supposed to be amazing. There’s history everywhere, and the food is good.” I shrug. “I don’t know, just seems like a good spot.”
“I agree, I’ve always heard it’s beautiful. I think my fantasy vacation is hiking to Machu Picchu.” We decided on a different format this time. Whoever wins the hand gets to ask the question, but we both answer. Makes the game go faster. “I don’t know why. The pictures of it always looks like it’s mystical especially the ones with the fog.”
“Yeah, those are pretty cool looking. Okay, I’d tag along on that one.”
“We should make a pact to do both someday.” She holds out her pinkie to me.
What the hell. I loop it in mine and we “shake” on it. Sitting back, she sweeps up the cards and begins to shuffle. “You know, I’ve traveled all over the country singing. I never see anything except the bus windshield, hotel rooms, and venues. It would be nice to have time to see something else.”
“I understand. The only time I seem to leave here is to see Travis in Austin.” I don’t tell her that part of that is because I haven’t bothered to go anywhere in a long time. Vacationing on my own just doesn’t appeal to me. Harmony in a bikini floating in the Aegean, however, sounds like heaven. I let my mind stray to all the things I could do to her on a private beach.
“Beau?”
“What?” I guess I’ve been daydreaming for a while now. The cards have already been dealt. I snatch mine up and organize them into runs and suites. “You know this would be much better if it was strip poker,” I point out.
“I would be naked by now. I’m horrible at this.”
“Exactly. That’s a game I could really get behind.”
“Or we could just skip the poker part,” she says, batting her eyelashes at me.
“Now you’re thinking.” Throwing my cards over my shoulder, I grab one of her ankles and jerk her down on the bed. She squeals with laughter as I pounce.
That squeal turns into a moan as I trap her underneath me. My dick is already hard and insistent, pressed against her heat. There are at least two layers of sweats separating us, but I can feel her through all of it.
“Beau,” she breathes. My hand slides up her ribs until I can cup her breast. My teeth nip at her lips in a promise of what’s to come.
We still have on too many clothes though. I make quick work of hers, pulling her shirt over her head and her sweats down her legs. Had I known she wasn’t wearing anything underneath either, we would have been here long ago.
“Where’s your panties, dirty girl?” I don’t know where the words come from. I wasn’t lying when I said I saved it all for her. I just didn’t realize that’s what I was doing all these years.
Sitting up on my knees, I look down at her glorious body. “How dirty are you? Should we find out?” Pulling her up, I reverse our positions. She looks lost.
“Take off my shirt,” I say with a sigh. She scrambles to pull it over my head. “Now the pants.” I do have on underwear, so she pulls them both down with one tug. Her lustful gaze meets mine when she’s done. “You know what you want. Take it.” Her eyes grow wide before they slide down my body.
“I’m not good at this,” she whispers.
