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I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath. “The way I see it, I have two strikes against me. I spent a few years as the town playboy, then dropped the ball when it came to watching over Ryder, who got a DUI because I wasn’t worried about his drinking. When my college buddy died I drank my feelings away for a while, then stopped on my own, which is why I figured Ryder would stop when he was ready. Point being, between those two things I’m not a good man, which means there IS no relationship here. Did I elaborate enough?”
Tiff blinks at me, dumbfounded. “Yeah. Yes. That’s…”
I swear her mocha-brown eyes look glassy, which I do not need right now. “Play another card,” I say as I lay mine down, a three of clubs. She turns over a Queen of spades.
“Whisper something sexy in your ear.” She bites her bottom lip, then leans forward, crawling toward me until her mouth is next to my ear. “The story about getting your cock sucked turned me on.”
“Jesus,” I mutter as she retreats to her spot, and I fight the urge to adjust my dick.
She smiles mischievously and turns over her next card. A seven of clubs. I get the eight.
“Put makeup on me,” she giggles, falling back into the couch cushions.
“You can’t be serious.”
“That’s what it says.” She spins the screen so I can read it, but before I can finish, she hops up and grabs something from her duffel. “Here.” She thrusts a tiny bag toward me.
Peering inside, I make out a tiny square, a few cylindrical tubes, and…a brush? “I don’t have a clue what to do here.”
“I’ll show you. First take this,” she hands me one of the tubes, “and spread it over my face.”
Scratching my head, I read the label. Foundation. Okay. I unscrew the cap and squirt some on my finger.
“Not that much,” she shrieks. “A little makeup goes a long way.”
I wipe about half of it off on a tissue then press my finger to her face, smoothing the liquid. Though I’m concentrating on spreading it as evenly as I can, it’s impossible not to notice how soft her skin is under my finger. The way her breath hitches when I touch her face. I feel it all the way… “What next?” I pull my hand back before I can finish that though.
“Blush.” She hands me one of the squares and a tiny brush. “Get some powder on the bristles and swipe it over my cheekbone.”
I take the items from her and press the brush into the powder, remembering only after I tried to coat the tip that she said a little goes a long way. Tapping off the excess, I hold the brush to her face and drag it along her cheekbone, leaving behind a soft pink streak.Not bad. I repeat the motion on the other side and set the utensils down.
“Is that it?”
“Usually I do mascara, but even though your hands are pretty steady I’m not sure I want them that close to my eye. We’ll finish with lipstick.” She hands me another tube with a pink tip.
“Does this work just like Chapstick?” I turn the tube over in my hand.
“Basically. But you have to be a little more precise so the color doesn’t bleed to the rest of my mouth.”
“Whatever,” I mumble as I bring the tube to her lip. Using soft, swift strokes, I apply the color. But midway through I forget about checking to see that it’s even, because the way her plump lip squishes when I press against it has my cock swelling behind my zipper.Again.
“Finished.” I cap the lipstick and toss it on the table like I’ll catch something if I hold onto it any longer.
Tiff opens the square thing, blush I think, and looks at herself in the mirror. Her tongue swipes over her lip as she brings her gaze to mine. “Not bad for a newbie.”
I clear my throat and turn over another card. The Ace of diamonds. She gets an Ace of hearts.
“War. Now what?”Why does my voice sound so deep?
“We both have to do what the cards say. What’s your favorite thing I do for you?” she asks.
“Fill my beer.” I grin when she shoots me a wounded look. “What?"
“That’s all I’m good for?” She crosses her arms with a dramatic pout.
“Fine.” I exhale, wondering how much my next words are going to cost me. “My favorite thing you do for me is make me want to be a better person. What’s the first thing you’d do if you were me for an hour?” I ask before she can react to my comment.
Her cute little mouth snaps shut, but other than that she doesn’t acknowledge my answer. She gives me one, instead. “Have sex.”
