We rolled up to the practice facility for the California Rush after making a stop at a local grocery store. John parked on the street to give us a prime view of the parking lot.
Their summer season had already begun, making it very easy to stake out the practice facility. But four hours in, no one fitting Turner’s description showed up or left. His trademark floppy black mohawk was a dead giveaway.
“Why didn’t GQ just call the team office and ask if they’d signed him?”
I looked at him. “What makes you think he didn’t?”
He laughed humorlessly. “The reason we’re sitting here like two cops on a stakeout in a cheesy TV show. That’s why.”
I grinned. “You don’t like my company, Commander?”
“That’s commander husband to you. And I like your company fine. Just seems like there might be a better way to go about this than sitting for hours on end.”
He was grumpy, but I had a whole arsenal of things we could do while sitting in the car.
“Wanna play cards?” I asked.
John slowly panned to me. “No.”
“Twenty questions?”
“No.”
“How about… Truth or Dare?”
When I saw his jaw tick along without a definitive no, I took that as a yes. So I leaned closer and rubbed my hand up and down his thigh. “Truth or Dare, John? All you have to do is dare me to blow you, and I’ll take it all right here.”
He clamped his hand down over mine. “No. As much as I enjoy your hands and mouth on me, you’re going to get us arrested. Public sex isn’t really my thing.”
“Evidently it’s kinda your thing. Didn’t stop you in Vegas.”
He snorted. “That was different. It was Vegas. Anything goes there.”
I agreed and looked around at the nearly empty parking lot in front of us, and the tree-lined street we were parked on. No houses or buildings, only landscaping trees and a big concrete parking lot.
Leaning in closer to him, his breathing was a little more shallow, but he never took his eyes off me. “Didn’t stop you from fucking me in the back of your truck, now did it?”
I was taunting him and I knew it. Never in my life had I ever had to work this hard to blow a guy. But John’s reluctance made it that much more fun. Plus, making him a little uncomfortable gave me the upper hand momentarily.
“Truth or Dare, John?"
He sighed out an exasperated huff. “Truth.”
Okay, I guess we’re playing the game.
There was one big thing I wanted to know. “Why did you wait so long to tell me?”
John looked out the front window, then back at me. “I was in service. Kinda hard to tell Command I needed to duck out early to go find my hookup husband. I had no choice but to wait.”
I nodded. “Okay. That works. How do I know you’re telling me the truth?”
He laughed. “Do you seriously think I would just make that up?”
“Probably not. But where’s the proof? Do we have pictures or a marriage license? I didn’t wake up with a ring on my finger and I sure don’t see one on yours.”
“As far as the rings go, you wanted to get them tattooed on. But when you decided you wanted the tattoo on our penises, I drew the line.”
He grabbed his cock and shuddered, causing me to burst out laughing. That sounded just like something I would say.
