“What row?”
She shrugs. “One of the upper rows. My uncle says it’s the sweet spot. I’ll give you three games’ worth of tickets for trying. If you’re successful, I’ll swallow my dislike for football and take you myself?”
“What’s the difference?”
She rolls her eyes. “Everything. Early access, VIP parking, passes to meet the team, and you’ll get to watch the game with my uncle in the owner suite…”
Damn, that makes my dick hard. “Prove it.”
She shrugs. “Be right back.”
She starts to pass me but stops and pokes one of my ass cheeks with her finger.
She blinks at me when I glare at her. “I was just wondering if they were as muscular as they look. They are. Congratulations,” she informs me so matter-of-factly that I instantly recognize that the touch—just like her earlier question—is pure curiosity and not sexual advances. She’s an odd duck.
The moment she leaves I rush to get dressed for two reasons. One, I need to put her curiosity at ease, and two, I have somewhere to be.
I’m pulling on my shirt by the time she reappears.
“Youdohave clothes. I was starting to think naked was your natural state.
“It’s all of our natural states. We were born naked.”
“I’m aware. I walk around naked at night.”
I try to ignore how her statement makes me feel. Again, she’s not flirting—just stating facts.
“I was thinking like…you are a nudist.”
I laugh at that. “Nope.”
She hands me the tickets. I study them while fighting the urge to hiss at her like Gollum. My Saturday morning is far more eventful than it should be, and as much as I would love to try to figure this all out, I need to get going.
“Look. I need to think about what you’re asking.” I read the expression on her face. “I know what you’re thinking. It’s not about sex per se. We’re neighbors. That could get messy. Plus, if I heard you correctly, you’veneverhad an orgasm byanymeans. Am I right?”
It hurts my soul to say it out loud; I cannot imagine never having an orgasm. It sounds like hell on earth. I can see the torture in her big, brown eyes and almost agree on the spot.
She nods without speaking.
“Give me your number. I have a big event and need to get going. I’ll call you in a few hours with an answer.”
“What’s your name?” I inquire as she puts her info in my phone.
“Just call me Bree,” she tells me en route to my door.
Bree looks back at me while opening the door. She looks like she’s about to say something but changes her mind; then, she’s gone.
I load my car and head in the direction of the brunch. The moment my phone connects to Bluetooth, I call my only female friend. I’m not surprised when Carlee and Remy both agree I should put Bree out of her misery. I think about her taut little body with the surprise curves and my dick isn’t mad at the idea either.Fuck. No orgasms ever?This is going to be an amazing feat.
By the time I get to the event and begin setting up, my blood buzzes with excitement. I’ve always liked a good challenge, but I need rules to safeguard my reputation. I laugh to myself. Fuck a reputation. I need the rules to keep her from becoming addicted to me. If I’m able to pull off what would be the ultimate feat, she just might try to come back for more.
3
Bree
Jason probably thinks I’m Looney Tunes. I mean, who wouldn’t? I marched in his house, asked how his penis hardens, and then, bribed him for sex. Hell,Ithink I’m crazy. It’s his fault, though. I wasn’t prepared for him to look the way he does. Startling hazel eyes, wavy brown hair, chiseled face with a light beard, muscular chest, abs, and a big…
“Ugh,” I groan to myself as I fall on my couch and cover my eyes.
