Page 58 of Ghost

“The loser is recovering from almost choking to death,” I said. “You go get it.”

“What good did it do to play the game?” he asked. “If you’re going to cheat and stay home while I go get the food?”

There were a million and a half people in the city of San Diego. Of those, roughly half were men. Of that population of seven hundred and fifty thousand men, I doubted there were more than one who would agree to a grape toss contest with the loser picking up the Chinese take-out.

Porter was quickly finding his way into my heart. Deep into my heart. He was so much more than what he appeared to be on the surface.

“How about we both go?” I asked.

He twisted his mouth to the side. “If I go, I’ll feel like a loser, but I didn’t lose.”

“Come on,” I whined. “I don’t want to go alone.”

“Suck my cock after dinner?” he asked.

His cock was huge, and my mouth was small. Sucking it was nothing short of jaw-breaking torture. But, if that’s what it took to get him to go with me, so be it.

“Sure” I said.

“Promise?”

I extended my hand.

He shook it, grinning the entire time.

I scrunched my nose. “What?”

“Who’s manipulating who, now?” he asked with a laugh.

I tried to act stupid. “What are you talking about?”

“That bullshit in the kitchen last week, after I bent your little ass over the island to prove a point.”

“I wasn’t manipulating you,” I lied.

“And, I’m not manipulating you now.”

“You are, too,” I argued.

“Manipulation is tricking someone into doing something. I won the grape tossing contest fair and square. You tried to claim you damned near choked to death, hoping I’d get the food out of sheer pity. I agreed, but only if you’d suck my cock later. You agreed to the blowjob offer, because you wanted my company on the ride to China-Go. This deal is as legit as the day is long. Zero manipulation.” He snatched his keys from the end table. “You ready to go?”

It sounded pretty legit.

I nodded. “I guess so.”

On the way to the door, I had a brainstorm.

“How about when we get home, we have a contest to see how many peas we can pluck out of the fried rice using chopsticks? If you lose, you lick my pussy.”

He opened the door. “Sounds good. What do I get if I win?”

There was no way he could win. “Two blowjobs,” I said.

“One tonight, one tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

I stepped through the door and onto the stairwell, all but tripping over a box that had been placed in front of the door.