“Sí,”I reply in response.
“Alguno de ellos habla español?”He asks if any of the others speak Spanish, too.
“No.” I shake my head, and a small grin tugs at his lips.
“Nunca he…”The translation isn’t exact, but he’s taking his turn at the game.“Deseada, alguien a quien no puedo tener.”
I try not to startle at his statement.‘Never have I ever desired someone I couldn’t have.’
As he lifts his beer to his lips and takes a drink, his brown eyes stay glued to mine, and I swallow with a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. He sees me as more than afriend? What am I supposed to do with that when I already have four boyfriends?
Knowing I don’t need to decide anything right now, I answer honestly and lift my own drink, taking a couple sips for courage. His eyes widen marginally, then quickly turn to something else… something almost… calculating.
Jagger starts to sign, and Sly speaks it aloud. “Never have I ever been turned on by listening to Wren speak Spanish.” My cheeks heat as all five take a drink.
“You speak Italian, too, right?” Pete asks, and I nod. “I don’t think I’ve heard you speak it before. Will you say something in Italian?”
I ask him what he’d like me to say.“Cosa vorresti che dicessi, Peter?”
“Oh shit, that’s so hot! Say something else!” he begs, leaning forward with his arms resting on the coffee table, staring at me with heated eyes.
“You can’t understand me, can you?” I ask in Italian, and he just stares, a warm grin on his face. So I continue. “I guess since you can’t understand me, I can tell you anything. Like how the thought of you and Sly tying me up makes me wet. How I’m already imagining you restraining me and doing whatever you want to me. And how desperate I am to crawl across this table and sink down right on your hard cock. Right. Now.”
“Porca miseria…”Sly swears in Italian, making my wide eyes whip to him. He scrubs a hand down his face before his heated eyes meet mine.
“You speak Italian?” I ask, my voice shaking with worry. He wasnotsupposed to understand what I just said. I would never dare to say that out loud.
He watches me internally freak out for a second before he nods. “I do.”
“How come I never knew that?”
“I guess it never came up. My father spoke it around the house growing up, and as you know, I don’t like talking about him much.”
I nod, then turn back to Pete, eager to ignore what Sly just heard me admit. “Pete, it’s your turn."
“Oh no,” he says, shaking his head adamantly. “I want to know what you just said to have Sly react like that, and you turning into a tomato.”
Now it’s my turn to shake my head, no way I’m repeating that. Pete looks to Sly, and he lets out a long exhale. “Sorry, I don’t want to betray her trust. If she wanted you to know, she would have said it in English.”
“But she didn’t want you to know, either, and you do!” Pete whines. Sly just shrugs, and I give him a small smile of thanks in return. At least all of them didn’t know how dirty my thoughts were. That’d just be four times more embarrassing.
“Fine, fine,” Pete concedes. “Okay, how about… Never have I ever… gone skinny dipping.”
“What’s that?” I ask before anyone takes a sip.
“It’s where you go swimming without any clothes on,” Dex answers, and my eyes widen a little in surprise.
“Oh.” Dex and Pete take a drink as I start to picture what that would be like. Not that there is a pool here, and the weather is turning too cold for that anyway. But I could picture it, back in Arizona, on a hot night, running out the back of our home and jumping naked into our pool to swim together.
Ourhouse?Ourpool?
I’m not sure when I started picturing a life together beyond our current fugitive lifestyle, but that thought does spark a flicker of happiness. The dangerous, fragile kind that feels almost too good to let myself believe in.
“Your turn, Wren,” Elias tells me as I contemplate my next question. I’d love to know why the guys haven’t tried to have sex with me yet. Lord knows I’ve been ready for weeks. But I’m not sure how to phrase that in a way that would be appropriate with Elias here.
“Never have I ever wished the FBI or Robert or Ivan weren’t chasing us.” Everyone takes a drink, as expected, and I finish off my beer, as do a few of the others.
Pete grabs us new ones as Dex takes a turn. “Never have I ever dreamed of a life free of crime.” Again, everyone takes a sip as we look to Sly.
