“What do you think I should do?” I asked as my hands stroked his muscled, tatted flesh. “Go to the bedroom to ride your dong before I head home, or make this like a date with a normal guy who doesn’t know I bite?”
“Neither option will work. You girls can’t drive back home unsupervised, and I plan to finish watching the game.”
Frowning hard, I slid off his lap. “Wait, so you want me to do what exactly? Should I call Sabrina and hang out with her until you’re done with your fucking game?”
“No, dumbass,” he said and rolled his eyes. “We’ll make this a date. You’ll need to pretend you like sports, though.”
“I do like sports.”
“Well, even better. Now, what should we order for the meal part of our date?”
“Sushi.”
“That’s not safe food for my son.”
“Aww,” I said, cradling his jaw and climbing back on his lap. “You researched babies. Wait, did you already know that?”
“No, I looked it up. I told you that I own a part of you now.”
“Sure, sure,” I said and kissed him softly.
I got the distinct impression Zodiac wanted to deepen the kiss. He was sporting a boner, and my hands were stroking his sculpted chest. He could so easily take our affection from mere teasing to raunchy dry humping.
“Why aren’t you making a move?” I asked and then realized the answer. Climbing off his lap, I stared disgusted at him. “You only enjoy the chase. Now that I want you, you’re bored.”
Watching me, Zodiac wore a completely unreadable expression. Finally, he cocked an eyebrow.
“It’s interesting how you switch from cold to hot to cold again without me doing a damn thing.”
“Admit that you wanted to rail me, but the thrill is gone now. Just say it. I can handle it. I won’t cry. If I do, I’ll pretend it’s hormones.”
Zodiac suddenly smiled. “You’re so bizarre,” he said and began to laugh. “Where do all these mood shifts come from? They’re not from me. I’m not doing anything.”
“Exactly. You were unrelenting when you wanted to plow me.”
“Oh, I still want to plow you.”
“But what?”
“But I’m watching the game.”
Unimpressed with his priorities, I asked, “What team are you rooting for? I’d like to support the opposing team.”
Zodiac smirked as his gaze focused on the large TV. “I don’t root for teams. I don’t need a favorite to enjoy the game.”
Sighing, I relaxed on the couch and pulled out my phone. “I have a new plan.”
“No.”
“I’ll hang out here for a tiny bit longer while Sabrina does her thing. Then, I’ll head home. You can come to Little Memphis for that date idea when you aren’t busy with important things like watching a game with teams you don’t care about.”
“If you want to pitch a fit, that’s fine. But you girls aren’t driving back without my supervision.”
Ignoring Zodiac, I texted Sabrina to find out where she was currently.
“He didn’t appreciate my impromptu booty call,” I told her. “When are you picking me up?”
“We just ordered the food.”
