“I’m not!”
“It’s not an insult.”
“It didn’t sound like a compliment.”
“I like all your nice,” he said, his lips quirking.
I softened. “Thank you. You’re pretty nice yourself.”
He snorted. “Right. That’s what I’m famous for.”
“You’re way nicer than you think, Ashley.”
“Sure.”
“You’ve been nice to me.”
“That’s because I want to fuck you,” he said, and slapped my ass, then gave it a deep squeeze.
Yum.
I blinked at him, my eyes kinda glazing over. “What were we talking about…?”
He grinned. “Let me ask you. How would you feel about it if I did want to be with a guy?”
“I don’t know. If it’s something you want, though, or something you need… I wouldn’t want to stand in your way.”
To my surprise, he didn’t seem very happy about that. He actually slapped my butt, and not in a nice way this time.
“Don’t do that,” he said.
“What? Did you just spank me??”
“So? I spanked you three seconds ago and you melted.”
“That was different.”
“How?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “It just was. The first one was a sexy slap. The second one was a reprimand. Why?”
“Because, don’t just say that shit about not standing in the way of what I want, just because it’s what you think I want you to say. Say what you mean.”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I don’t know what I mean. I’ve never been with a man who wanted to be with other men before.” I laid my head on his chest. “How would I know how it’ll feel until I get there? If it makes you happy, though, I just can’t imagine how it could make me unhappy.”
“Bullshit,” he challenged.
I looked up at him. “What’s bullshit?”
“You’d be totally fine with me screwing some other chick?”
“No. Oh, no. If you screw another woman, you’ll beg for the day when all I did was catch your dick in a zipper.”
He grinned. Apparently my threat of violence delighted him. “I knew you had backbone.”
“Hell, yeah, I have backbone.” I shrugged. “I just don’t think it’ll ever bother me that you like boys as much as you like girls. I mean, I can hardly blame you. I like boys, too.”
He studied me. “Come here,” he said, his voice husky.
