“More sex? Sure.”
He flushed when an older woman looked his way at the comment. To Maya, he whispered, “Keep your voice down.”
Maya snickered. “Selena’s a bitch, but she’s right about one thing. You are a Boy Scout.” She ripped her hand away from his and latched onto his arm. “So when are you going to heat up my sheets again?”
They’d been together Wednesday and Thursday, and they would have been together today too if this hadn’t been a date. He refused to let her dictate what they did all the time. Dates, in his opinion, were for getting to know each other. Not for fucking until they couldn’t breathe.
They hadn’t been together for that long, but he swore he was wearing her down. She smiled at him. A lot. Not making fun, buthavingfun. A big difference.
“I want to shoot you,” he said as they left the fun center.
“Well gee, maybe if you promise to use a .22 and aim for the fleshy part of my arm, so it doesn’t hurt too much.”
“Smart ass.” He held open the door of his truck for her, then got in and headed out of the parking lot. “I meant I want to take your picture. Will you pose for me?”
“Hmm. Maybe. What do I get if I do?”
“What do you want?” She just grinned at him. Dumb question. “Is sex all you ever think about?”
“With that cock of yours so near me, yeah.”
Of course he had a hard-on. He always did around her. He adjusted himself and concentrated on the road. “Our dates are for getting to know each other with our clothes on.”
“All I’m hearing from you is no sex.” She sighed. “But okay, I’ll play. Tell me about your parents.”
“What’s to tell? Only child of Connie and Theo Black. Nice people.”
“Rich people,” she corrected. “How come you’re not as obnoxious as Selena and her cronies?”
He shrugged. “Money isn’t the same thing to everyone. To my mom and dad, it’s a means of securing our family’s future. They live in a nice, normal house. They have two cars, one for each of them. And okay, my dad’s is a Mercedes, but my mom drives a Hyundai.”
She grinned. “Not a Lexus?”
He shook his head.
“What do they think of you doing Pocahontas?” What kids had once called her in school.
“My parents don’t see color, Maya.”
“I hate to break it to you, Boy Scout, but everyone does.”
“They don’t care about it. Not like I do. Yeah, I’m totally prejudiced. I’m only into darker-skinned women with dusky nipples and a smooth pussy that tastes like—”
“Would you stop?” she snapped.
“Embarrassed?” He chuckled. “I thought you had a healthy sex drive and weren’t afraid to say so. Women who have sex aren’t slutty, you said. They’re empowered feminists. I agree, by the way. Which is why we’ll be fucking first thing in the morning, after we wake up. A new day, not a date day.”
That had her attention. “Excuse me?”
“This is date number three. And like you said at the very beginning of our relationship—”
“Blackmailed association.”
“—we can’t have sex. Because then I’d technically be blackmailing you into it. And paying to get between your legs is like prostitution. That’s what you said before.”
“Not exactly,” she hedged.
“Close enough. I have to draw a line somewhere.”
