“Sure. A weird sci-fi setting, a new game that I absolutely rule at, and a hot guy staring at my ass all night? If I get sex and bagels in the morning, then I’m pretty sure we hit the exacta on this one.”
“Bagels.”
“Mm-hmm. Everything with garden veggie cream cheese.Or blueberry with butter, if I’m feeling dessert-y.” Spinning away from him, I stepped across the green to inspect the rocket ship closer, almost tripping over several “moon rock” obstacles on the way. “Listen, I didn’t get to go to birthday parties or playdates. For a long time, food was the only fun I got to have. Sometimes, it still is. I have very high standards.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Now, about that sex part…”
As if summoned by a sex siren, he was on me in an instant. Throwing aside his club, he stood behind me, dragging his hands up my hips. The gesture might have looked innocent and flirty to anyone passing by, but his energy—as well as his cock, which pressed proudly into my backside—radiated want.
“We can’t really have sex here,” I giggled.
“Thatwaswhat you offered me if I won. It stands to reason that you’d be interested in such a thing.”
The giggles continued.Really.Imagine it. Us. Having sex.Here.It had been a joke!…Right?
Hudson turned me around.
“Haven’t you noticed how quiet it’s gotten around here since I went to get more balls after the Black Lagoon green? Imighthave paid off the owner to let us have the place to ourselves.”
Ihadnoticed the quiet, but I’d thought it was one of those rom-com-yit felt like we were the only two people on earththings, not a real phenomenon.
“You didn’t,” I breathed.
“Your physiological response,” he said, reminding me about our recent kink experiment, “indicated you’re excited by sex in public. This felt like good training wheels. Outside, in public, but no risk.”
My stomach twisted with a fierce wave of lust. He was right. The slut in medidlike the prospect of sex in public, but the louder Goody Two-shoes in me screamed that it was a terrible idea. There were too many unknowable factors, too much unmitigated risk.
But if he’d accounted for those factors and risk…
“C’mon,” Hudson said, taking my hand in his and leading me toward the rocket ship.
Inside, the shoddy construction was well on display. The walls were cardboard-thin, the starry-sky painting on the walls and ceiling was chipping in places, and the conical design meant that every breath echoed. Disney World, this was not.
But the shape also meant that the walls were curved at such a degree that if you were in the deep bend of the wall, you couldn’t be seen from the outside. Partly public, partly private.
Hudson had learned one of my kinks, remembered, heard the serious desire beneath my earlier joke offer, and found the perfect place for me to explore that safely.
I cleared my throat to keep the emotion out of it. “I can’t believe you did this.”
“I think much weirder people have had much weirder sex in here. Minnie was happy just to get paid for it.”
Laughing, I fiddled with the cuffs of my sweater. I was going to do this. I was going to have sex with Hudson in a mini-golf rocket ship.
My eyes drifted to his big hand, which was wrapped around his golf club. A thought occurred. A ridiculous premise, really.
It was so dirty. So unexpected.
And yet, I wanted it. I was instantly wet. Not just wet.Soaking.
“Can I be vulnerable for a second?” I asked.
“Please do.”
“She said she has to return the new golf clubs, right?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“How much do you think it would cost to buy this one off her?” I asked, approaching and letting my fingers brush over his. “I don’t think anyone else will want to use it once we’ve done what I have in mind.”
