Sasquatch #3
“Sorry, what was that?” He gifted her with what he hoped was a panty-melting grin. The spider monkey tree thing sounded promising. “I didn’t quite catch that.” He tapped his ear.
“I said truth.” Said with a little less conviction than earlier.
“No. Before that. Something about climbing a tree, I think.”
“Oh, um. I said if you’re not careful… um, the cougar at the bar will climb you like a tree.” She nodded as if proud of herself for coming up with that on the fly.
“Liar.”
“What? I’ll have you know I am not… typically a liar.”
When Sasquatch noticed her gaze glued to his lips, he couldn’t resist licking his upper lip in a slow drag. “I’ll have you know, Sweetness, that I am offended and shall claim both a truth and a dare.”
With a wink, he leaned back in the chair and waited. Taking a few tokes from his cigarette before stubbing it out and popping a mint. It would make the shots taste like ass, but he would be more kissable for it.
“Fine. Truth first.”
It was all he could do not to ask her for a full rundown of what happened in Nebraska but he wanted her to want to tell him.
Not because she was compelled to. Or maybe that’s what she needed to unburden herself.
Someone to pull the information from her but in a relaxed not demanding way. What the hell did he know?
He decided he’d take a chance but leave her room to pull back if needed.
“How about we do the shot and dare in one, then hit a truth? Sound good?”
Devin picked up one of the shots and tossed it back, so he mimicked her.
“Okay, yeah. So, what do you have in mind, big guy?”
“Body shots.”
“Um, if you haven’t noticed, we have quite the audience. Not taking my shirt off here. But you can go for it.”
The thought of her tits on display caused the green-eyed monster to growl from somewhere deep inside him.
“PG-ish body shots,” he modified as he slid the table to the side and dragged her chair to his. His legs framed her chair.
Reaching over, he slipped the shoulder of her loose top down her bicep, exposing her shoulder. As he leaned forward, he swept her hair to the opposite side. As if reading his mind, she reached up to assist him while tilting her head that way elongating her neck.
Leaning in even more, he licked and kissed and licked the front of her shoulder. Her scent invaded every cell of his body. Jasmine and amber. Fuck it was a dick-hardening combination. Blindly reaching for the saltshaker on the table, he salted the wet area on her collarbone.
Leaning back, he held out a lemon wedge backward to her mouth. She bit it gingerly eliciting a groan from him.
“Ready?” he asked as he held a shot in salute to her and she nodded.
Squatch winked at her as he dipped his head forward and sucked the salt. Keeping his mouth there he shifted to lean his open mouth upright against where the shoulder met the neck and proceeded to slowly pour the shot down the creamy length into his mouth.
It was most certainly not PG-ish to him. As some tequila bypassed his mouth and rolled down between her breasts, it took every ounce of self-restraint he possessed not to chase it with his tongue.
After what felt like forever and a flash of time at once, he pulled back with one last suck of her skin and bit the lemon wedge sticking between her lips.
He needed to pull his head out of his pants, so he tugged the slice from her mouth completely and decided to chew it up, rind and all.
While the bitterness made his face screw up in protest, it did nothing to cool his ardor. So, he grabbed another few shots and downed those. He noticed Devin doing the same.
In hindsight that was a bad idea. The more they drank, the more that meant they were not riding back to the clubhouse.
Devin recovered first. “Okay, what truth do I owe you?”
Scrubbing his hand down his face, he asked his question.
“Tell me about the last time you had sex.”
That was not at all what he wanted to ask but maybe it would lead to what happened to her and if it didn’t then that was a good thing. A great thing, actually.
But Devin was no idiot. She had his number.
“Is that really what you want to ask?”
“No.”
“Then speak plainly, Squatch. We are too old and too familiar with each other to play games.”
“I want to know what happened, but not because I asked, but because you want to share it with me, okay?”
He could hear the whiny, needy tone in his voice and he fucking hated it.
Devin reached up and cupped his cheek, looking at him with genuine affection.
“Then why not ask me? Not just tonight but anytime?” She seemed genuinely confused.
“Because.” He stopped himself. Not sure if he could say the next words.
They were simple enough, but the subtext was not.
“I didn’t want to be like everyone else.
I didn’t want to be just another person wanting the truth because they needed to know it for themselves instead of being there for you because you needed to tell it.
I wanted you to see me as more. More than your brother’s brother.
More than another man who wanted something from you.
I wanted you to find me worthy of your secrets. ”
Worthy of you.
Just… worthy.