Feeling a bit petulant, I embellish the movement and wiggle my arms like they’re made of gelatin. All showy like.
She tsks at me. “That’s perfect, you toddler. Nailed it.”
I pout, embracing my rarely seen playful side. “Sorry, Mommy. I’ll take my spanking now.”
Her shoulders bounce with her restrained laughter. Sadly, the motion draws my attention back to her breasts like the grade A pervert I am. I should change my name to Herbert.
“Your hands, Reed. You need to stack them.”
I glance down, unsure how they could be more stacked than they already are. “Show me.”
She swipes her club from the rack and stands beside me. “Like this. See how mine are lined up. The tip of myVis vertical.”
My mind torpedoes into the gutter. “Ah. Now I see the problem. I don’t have aV. I have aP. Would you like to see it? I’d sure like to see yours.”
Her frame sags and starts to shake when she’s overcome with laughter. “How are you such aGrumpy Gusandhilarious? It makes it hard to hate you.”
“Here’s an idea. Perhaps don’t hate me.”
Lila’s eyes, still shimmering with amusement, eventually land on mine. She drags her lower lip between her teeth and sighs. “I’ll take your suggestion under advisement.”
The air between us crackles with desire.
I should kiss her.
Unable to resist the urge, I lean in, steadily lowering my face to hers. To my surprise, she doesn’t back away. Instead, she rises to her tiptoes. Her gaze falls to my mouth, then flickers back up right before our lips collide.
Which never happens because a deafening chorus of celebration a few bays down shatters the moment. Startled, we twist to see what’s causing the commotion. Several frat boy prick wads are high-fiving and chest bumping like they won the douche bag world cup.
My upper lip curves into a snarl as I eviscerate them with my glare. I wonder how they’d like being brought in for an interrogation. No doubt at least one of them is guilty of something criminal. I’ve got them dead to rights on first-degree cock blocking.
Lila’s tender caress wraps around my mind, yanking me from my revenge fantasy. “You actually do have aV.” Using her fingertip, she draws aVon the top of one hand, where my thumb meets the back of my palm. “That’s yourV.”
Annndnow I’m having other fantasies.
Without removing her index finger, she seductively skims it up my forearm to my bicep as she edges around me. She holds my eye contact the whole time, like she’s trying to get me hard at fuckingGrip it and sip it. It’s working, too.
Damn temptress.
Too bad this isn’t real, and she’s only playing me. Much like I’m playing her. At least, I’m fairly sure that’s what’s happening between us. This is all a game, isn’t it? Yeah. There’s nothing more brewing here.
I pause mentally, waiting for Morgan Freeman to call me out on what’s beginning to feel like absolute horse shit.
He doesn’t.
That’s good.
Or is it?
Once she’s partially behind me with her head poking around one side, she retraces the same path back down my arm and wraps her hand over mine so we’re both holding the golf club.
Cheap move.Wish I had thought of it myself.
It’s not too late to save the situation.
When she attempts to reach around my other side with her left hand, I cut her off and break free of her gentle hold. “We’re not doing it that way, Lila.” Moving quickly, I reverse our positioning so she’s in front of me with her back to my chest. “At least make it look like I’m the one showing you. I have pride.”
Craning her neck, she looks up at me with a smirk on her pretty face. “Your toxic masculinity is showing.”
