“I wassonot expecting that!” he exclaimed. I grinned down at him in triumph. “Who taught you that?” he demanded.
“I may or may not have learned a thing or two from your parents,” I purred back into his ear, taking the opportunity to nibble on his earlobe.
“Ugh, Mason… You talk about my parents during sex?” he groaned and fell back against the bed. “Major boner killer,” he muttered at me in mock horror. I laughed at him, because I could feel the hardness of his cock through his jeans. He was still every bit as interested in sexy-naked-time as I was.
“Well, that’s really too bad,” I murmured, running my hands down his chest to the top of his jeans. “Because I might have one or two more things planned for tonight that you weren’t expecting…” I teased, waggling my eyebrows at him salaciously as I rocked my hips back and forth, taking time to grind our cocks together.
Lee’s eyes had turned a deep, mossy green, a color I was starting to equate with passion and heat. Who knew green could be so hot?
“Oh really?” he asked, his hands resting on my hips. “Like what?”
“I think that’s for me to know, and you to find out…” I grinned saucily at him.
“Oh! A game… I like games… Is this Twenty Questions?” he asked.
I smirked. We had turned just about every other game you could think of into sexy time fun. Why not Twenty Questions?
“Maybe. You won’t know until you ask,” I winked at him, then let my hands slide down his chest to rest at his waist.
“What are the rules?” he growled, running one of his hands up and down my naked chest. He’d wised up to my antics and started demanding to know the rules to any game we played. My mind raced, but in a good way. I hadn’t really thought that far ahead for tonight, but it was Twenty Questions, for fuck’s sake. How complicated did it have to be? Got it. Only as complicated as I wanted it.
“Straightforward. You get to ask twenty questions about what I’m planning for tonight,” I said. “If you get it right, you win!”
“And what happens if I lose—?” he asked, his voice dropping deeper.
I grinned.
34
Lee
Mason looked so damnedadorable seated on top of me, grinning like he was a damn Cheshire cat, my heart felt like it was bursting.
Since news of Dreyven’s death, his panic attacks had lessened significantly. He hadn’t had one in almost two weeks now, and the one he’d had before that, I’d been able to bring him out of with a few calm words and a reassuring touch. He wasn’t cured, not by a long shot, but he was definitely moving in the right direction.
“Well, I suppose if you lose… Thenneitherof us gets the surprise…” he answered, the corners of his lips pulled down into a fake pout.
I almost laughed out loud at the sight. Mason didn’t pout. He was probably one of the most stoic people I’d ever met in my life. He just absorbed emotional pain and locked it inside. He never reflected it or tried to make others feel bad for him, but he looked so damn cute with his lower lip stuck out, the corners of his mouth pulled down and his dark hair curling around his head, I’d let it slide.
“Does that mean you’ll help me cheat?” I asked mischievously.
“Cheaters never win!” He cried in mock horror. “How dare yousuggest I help you cheat…” he answered, nodding vigorously in the affirmative.
“Okay… I will take that as a yes,” I said, winking at him. “So… Question number one… Animal, vegetable, or mineral?” I asked.
“Boooooring,” he whined, “but, animal.”
“Hmmmm… Question number two… Is it a puppy?” I asked, half wondering if that might not be the real answer.
Since Mason had met Anna and Brannon’s dog, Gracie, Mason had been gone on any animal he came across. I’d even caught him in the back yard trying to convince Jabba to eat some raspberries out of his hand. Jabba had been smart enough to ignore his initial attempts, but I wouldn’t be surprised to find his tubby body on the porch some morning, begging for food.
“No… but that’s not abadidea…” He said, his head cocked sideways, looking at me questioningly.
I grinned up at him. Little did he know I'd already put in an order with the same folks who had bred and trained Gracie. Unfortunately, the waiting list was pretty long, and it could be two years or more before they had an animal that would meet his needs. In the meantime, I had a feeling we might be making a trip to the humane society “just to look around” soon. The animals there wouldn’t be service animals, but a pet to love and care for wasn’t a bad thing, either.
“Ha! Only if you house train it,” I answered, taking his hand in mine and pressing kisses to it teasingly and filing the plans for a pet away for a future date.
“Hmm… okay, so question number three… it’s an animal… Does it have fur?” I asked.
