Chapter 24
Twenty-Four
Nash
I hear the car pull up in the driveway and put down my laptop, walking to the front door. I look outside to see Zoey get out of the car and walk over to the trunk, grabbing two big canvas bags in her hands. I unlock the door, and when she’s on the last step, I open the door. “Hey, baby,” I greet her, reaching out for the bags she’s carrying. “What is all this?” I look down at the bags in my hands.
“Well,” she starts, stepping into the house after me and shutting the door behind her, “since you surprised me yesterday.” I make my way from the front door to the kitchen. “I thought I would surprise you today.” I pass the wall where I hung both our paintings from last night. I did it the first thing this morning when I got up and out of bed. While she made us breakfast tacos, naked. She told me not to because she said the trees looked sad, but I refused to be talked out of it. She shook her head and told me she was heading out.
“But you gave me the best present I’ve ever gotten in my whole life.” I wink at her, mentioning the coupon book I might have to lock in the safe to make sure it doesn’t go missing.
“That was something I made as a joke.” She laughs.
“Pick any hole is not a joke and will never be.” I put my hands on my hips, my voice tight.
I peek in the bags. “Ooh, did you get some crotchless panties?” I ask over my shoulder.
“Of course, it was the first thing on my list,” she deadpans, and I stop in my tracks. “I’m joking.”
“One never jokes about crotchless panties, Zoey.” I put the bags on the counter, then look in them. “What is all this?”
“This is a game.” She walks around the counter to stand next to me. “It’s called get to know your partner.” She reaches into the bag and takes out the two small whiteboards she got. “We each ask each other questions and write them down to see how well we know each other.”
“Oh, you know what would make this even better?” I ask, reaching into one of the bags and taking the dry-erase markers out of it. “Doing it naked-style. If you get the wrong answer, you lose a piece of clothing.”
“So strip get to know your partner?”
“Yes.” I nod as if I just invented a new game. “We should play right now.” I grab the two whiteboards in my hands and walk toward the living room. “Grab the markers and let’s get this game going.” She laughs as she follows me. “Should we move the table out of the way and play on the floor?” I wonder if we need more space to spread out once I get her naked.
“We don’t need all that room.” She sits in one corner of the couch. “Actually, I’ll sit in this corner, and you sit in that corner.” She points at the other side of the couch, and I glare at her as I hand her a whiteboard and walk over to the other side.
“And the more naked you get, the closer you get to the other person.” I make up the rule as she tosses me the markers. “I like this game already.”
“You can’t cheat,” she warns me, and I gasp. “Like you have to answer truthfully.”
“Baby.” I chuckle. “You should know I play to win”—I wink at her—“at every-fucking-thing.”
“Good. I’ll go first.” I grab a marker out of the pack.“What's your partner’s favorite color?” I look down at the board and write purple on it. “Okay, what did you answer?” When I tell her the answer, she’s shocked that I knew this. “Yours is blue.”
“Shit,” I swear when it’s right. “I mean, technically, my new favorite color is nude.”
“Next question.” She ignores me. “How do they take their coffee?”
“That’s easy,” I say, “she likes to drink grass.” She also gets it right. “Can we get to the naked part yet?”
“This should get you to lose a piece of clothing.” She smirks. “What’s your favorite book?”
“I don’t have a favorite book,” I tell her. “So how about, what’s your favorite genre of book.”
“Fine,” she concedes. “What did you answer?”
“Romance.” I look at her and see she’s shocked. “You?”
“Sex stories,” she replies, and I can’t help but laugh out loud.
“You aren’t wrong, but I’m more of a mysteries type of guy,” I tell her, and she turns the whiteboard over for me to see that she wrote mysteries. “How did you?—”
“Nash, you have Dan Brown right there.” She points over at the bookshelf.
“At this point, are we ever going to get naked?” I groan.
“What’s your favorite movie?” she asks with a huge grin on her face, and I just laugh because I know she’s not going to get this one, so she’ll be losing one scrap of clothing. “Okay, what did you put?”
“ Pride and Prejudice , but the one with Keira Knightley,” I gloat and turn my board around to face her, “because that’s just the way it is.” I repeat her words that she told her cousin while on the trip. “Now what did you put?” I smile so big.
“ Mission Impossible and not James Bond.” My mouth gapes open. “I heard you chat with one of the guys in Vegas.”
“That’s cheating.” I point at her and belly laugh. “What’s the next question?”
“What's their favorite nickname to be called?” She asks the question and then quickly writes down her answer. “What did you write?”
“Baby.” I turn around to show her. “You love it when I call you that.” Her eyes get softer. “What did you write?”
“Well, I don’t really have a nickname for you,” she says, “but you do love when I moan out your name.” She turns it around to show me her answer, and now I’m the one who is laughing.
“We’re exceptionally good at this game.” I scowl. “I don’t like it. “What's your honey’s favorite dessert?” She can’t help but hide her smile. “What did you put?”
“Dick.” I turn my board around, showing her the picture I drew of a dick.
“That looks like a spaceship.” She laughs. “I put pussy on yours.”
“That’s my favorite meal and dessert,” I tell her, and she wipes away her answer.
“Does your partner prefer FaceTiming, texting, or calling?” she quizzes, and I write down my answer. “What did you write?”
“There is more than one answer. You love FaceTiming your family, but everyone else you like to text, and you only take calls from clients.”
“You know that you’re annoying”—she points at me—“and you watch me way too much.”
“Score one for me.” I hold up my hand. “What did you write?”
“I sort of wrote the same thing for you. You love FaceTiming your niece, Meadow,” she answers, and I just watch her, “and you FaceTime Caine every morning.”
“And I watch you too much?” I use her words against her. “You know what I don’t like about this game?” I don’t wait for her to answer me. “That you aren’t naked.”
“What is your partner’s favorite animal?” she continues, and I don’t even write it down.
“If you don’t say cat, you’re a fucking liar.” I point at her, and she throws her head back and laughs. “You spend at least one hour a day watching cat videos.”
“It helps clear my head. I put cat for you also since you spend most of the time watching them with me,” she snaps. “What's the best place you’ve ever traveled to?”
“Hmmm,” I say, “I have no idea on this one. Is it Europe?”
“Nope,” she replies, so I toss the whiteboard to the side and slide my T-shirt off.
“Now this is fun. What about you? What did you write?”
“Mexico.” She shows me her answer, and I smile.
“Take it off,” I instruct her, and her mouth opens. “It was Mexico, but now it’s Vegas.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Take it off, baby.” She pulls her shirt over her head, leaving her in her lace bra. “The bra also, it’s part of the shirt.” She wants to fight me on it, but instead, she just takes it off and tosses it my way.
“Happy?”
“I’m getting there.” I grin when she asks me her next question.
“How does your partner de-stress?” She giggles. “Should I even write it?”
“Are you going to write sinking into his wife’s pussy or mouth?” I ask. “Because that’s the only answer to that.”
“I was going with sex or blow job.” She shrugs. “So I’m right.”
“You would be right,” I admit. “For you, I wrote sucking my dick or riding me.” Her mouth opens in shock. “But then I also wrote watching stupid cat videos.”
“What’s your partner’s favorite holiday?” she asks, and I erase my previous answer and write down my answer, then show it to her.
“Christmas,” I say, and she nods. “What is mine?”
“Your birthday,” she declares, and I smile big.
“Nope, I’d like to see you take off your pants.”
“What’s your favorite holiday?” She refuses to take off her pants.
“Our anniversary,” I state. She throws her marker at me, and I move to the side as it zooms by my head. “Take it off, Mrs. Griffin.” I wink at her as she tosses the whiteboard in front of her, standing up and taking her pants off. “And the panties.”
“No fucking way,” she fires back. “If you take off your pants, you still have your boxers.”
“Not if I’m not wearing any,” I tell her, “which I’m not, so it would leave me naked.”
“That would be a you problem”—she sits down in her lace thong—“and not a me problem.” She winks at me, “Does your partner apologize?” She picks up her board.
“Nope, I don’t think she knows how to say she’s sorry.”
“Um,” she snaps, “I said I was sorry the last time.” I raise my eyebrows. “In the parking lot, I said I was sorry I went to meet him.”
“I seem to remember it differently.” Her eyes are on me. “It was when we got home, after I fucked it out of you.” I point at her, and she just glares at me. “Let’s call that a draw.”
“Fine,” she huffs. “How often would your partner like to have sex?”
“The only answer is all day, every day.” I lean my head to the side. “So twenty-four seven.”
“The only answer, of course,” she mocks me. “Does your partner like using sex toys, and if so, which one is their favorite?” She tilts her head to the side. “Looks like someone is going to be naked in about two minutes.”
“Yeah.” I look at her. “Is that someone going to be you?
“What’s your answer?” I ask, and she turns her whiteboard over, and I read what she wrote, cock ring. I laugh. “When have I ever mentioned wanting to use a cock ring?”
“It’s the only thing I could think of.” She throws her hands up in the air. “It’s not like you would use a silicone vagina.” She folds her arms over her chest, pushing her naked tits in the air. “Anyway, what did you write?” she asks. “Whatever it is, you’re wrong.”
“I wrote the rabbit vibrator.” I turn my board around to show her.
“Wrong,” she says proudly, and I smirk. “It’s my rose toy vibrator.”
“Really?” I ask. “Explain this vibrator to me. Because I still have a coupon that I need to redeem.”
“There is a little piece that you put inside me,” she explains, “and then the rose part sucks on my clit.”
“It’s basically the same thing,” I huff.
“But it’s not,” she tells me. “Take off the pants, big man.” I toss the board to the side, stand and unbutton my pants, my cock springing free once I push them off my hips.
“Happy?” I ask. “Now, take off that thong, baby.”
“Fine.” She gets up and shimmies her way out of them as she tosses them to the side.
“Well, I think we both won,” I tease, and she shakes her head. “We’re both naked.”
“There is one more question.” She stands in front of me naked. “What is your partner’s favorite sex position?” she asks, and I clap my hands together. “Yours is with my legs over your shoulders.”
“Wrong.” I storm toward her. “It’s going to be this one right here.” I grab her around her waist and lift her off the floor. “I like any position as long as my cock is inside you.”