“Livvy!” Val yelled, rushing over to us. “Oh good, you two found something.”
I tore my eyes away from Olivia and smiled at her mom. “We did.”
“We’re going to play games. Couples trivia! Come on,” she said, waving for us to follow her.
I took Liv’s hand and we followed her mom to where a half a dozen couples were sitting around the coffee table on chairs and couches. There was only one armchair left and it did not look big enough for two.
“Go on, squeeze in,” Val said, waving us toward thechair.
“Oh, that’s not a good idea,” I said, looking at the chair.
There’s no way in hell she doesn’t feel how hard I am if we sit in that thing together.
“Jace, what’s wrong?” Liv asked, looking hurt. “I can just sit in your lap.”
I nodded slowly. “Right, of course.”
That’s what I’d be doing if I wasn’t trying to hide my erection. Or if we were together.
I sat down in the chair and grabbed Liv’s waist to help her settle on my lap. I pulled her down sideways so her ass perched on my left leg and took a deep breath. Flirting with the idea of crossing the line was one thing, but if she shifted too far to the right, we were going to be sailing right over that line today.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Olivia
Why is he beingweird right now? He just helped me pick out a cock ring, for crying out loud. There was enough sexually charged energy between us a moment ago to power an electrical plant and now he doesn’t want me to sit on his lap?
I moved around on Jace’s leg, trying to get comfortable and make sure that he wasn’t any more uncomfortable than he already seemed. Just then, Carl walked between the couch and the chair where Jace and I were sitting to get to my mom on the other side of the room. As he passed, he bumped into me, and I shot a hand out to steady myself, gripping something extremely firm in Jace’s lap.
I gasped. “Oh,” I said.
Well at least I didn’t imagine the sexual charge.
Jace leaned forward and brushed my hair over my shoulder as he whispered in my ear. “I’m sorry, Liv. We were…” He sighed. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“Right,” I said, still gripping his dick as I turned to face him. “But it does mean something, doesn’t it?”
He smirked and whispered again. “You can let go of it, Liv, or it’s certainly going to mean something.”
“Oh my God,” I said, pulling my hand back and putting it in my own lap.
I turned my attention to Carl and my mother who were explaining the game. Apparently, one partner would answer questions about themselves on a dry erase board and then the other partner would have to guess what their partner had written down.
It seemed simple enough, and I tried to focus on the game and not the erection five inches to my right as my mother passed us each a card with four questions on it. I picked up a small whiteboard and quickly wrote my answers. When the time was up, my mother called on each couple and read the questions on our cards one by one. Each pair got one or two correct. Even Carl only got three right.Clearly this game is harder than it sounds.
“Okay, Jace,” Mom said, grinning. “You ready?”
I turned my whiteboard around for the room to see, keeping it turned away from Jace. “I am,” he said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.Fuck, I like this game of pretend.Is it still pretend?
“What is Olivia’s favorite TV show?” Mom asked.
Jace laughed. “Easy.Love in the Wild,even though it’s the definition of trash TV.”
My mother squealed in excitement. Not only had Jace gotten it correct, but I’d written(he’s going to call it trash)next to my answer.
“Okay, next,” she said. “What is Olivia’s ideal date night?”
Jace chuckled and shook his head at me like it was my fault the questions were so easy for him. “Wine and pizza on the couch, with a fuzzy blanket and a rom-com.”
