Fuck me.
She was completely and utterly confident as she leaned back on her palms. As she should’ve been. Her tits were fucking perfect. “Alright. Why is Connor your favorite? Also, side note, have I met him before? That’s not part of the question, but since I’m technically in your pack now, I’d like to know.”
“You haven’t met him. He’s got long hair that Abby goes on about every time we go to book club, so I’m sure you’d remember him. He’s my favorite because he minds his own business. Most of the other bastards are pushy about quality time and other shit like that.”
“How dare they care about you and want to spend time with you.”
“Exactly.”
She rolled her eyes, but she was grinning.
“Truth or dare?” I asked.
“Truth.”
“How long since you’ve dated someone seriously?” Yeah, I was bringing back the question.
“Eight years, actually. After I graduated with my bachelor’s degree, I never really succeeded with men. I can be slightly intense.” She held up two fingers, just a small distance apart from each other.
I’d picked up on the intensity with the shower thing.
“Why would that stop you from dating?”
She shrugged. “People get overwhelmed I guess.”
“They don’t deserve you, then.”
“I know.” Her confidence was sexy. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“If you could fuck me anywhere in this house right now, where would you choose?”
I should’ve seen that coming.
My cock was so hard it hurt.
I wasn’t competitive enough to care about winning the game. I would cook for her even if I won, on top of that.
But the challenge in her eyes told me she didn’t think I was going to answer. She still wanted the game to continue, and hada messed-up opinion of how comfortable I was with sex. So I was going to keep playing.
“In the shower,” I said.
“How would you do it?”
“Truth or dare, Hoover?”
Her eyes gleamed. “Truth.”
“If I could fuck you anywhere in this house right now, where would you choose?”
“Jones, I think you’ve officially figured out the game.”
“I learned from the best.”
She studied me, still leaning back with her weight on her palms as she sat on my ottoman like she belonged there.
Maybe she did.
