Page 54 of Wicked Rush

“I am really, really hungry.” She eyed the food.

“She watches my dog.”

“Wrong answer. Try again.” Braelynn shoved the fork into her mouth, eating with a smile.

Jesus, the woman was fiery and he loved every fucking second of it. The desire to spank her ass pink churned within him but he enjoyed the chase.

“I could eat this pasta all day, Mr. Elliott. Red. What’s the deal?”

“We fuck every now and then.” Lars detected the flash of hurt in her eyes that she tried so carefully to conceal. “It’s nothing serious. She watches Sasha sometimes. That’s all.”

“No girlfriends?”

“That’s two questions.” He gave a sly smile as she brushed the ziti over his lips. Lars licked at the gravy, quickly capturing the treat. With his eyes locked on hers, his fingers slid over her hand. Although he resisted his own confession, the words erupted from his soul. “There’s no one else in my life. You. This weekend. You’re the only one I want.”

The warmth of Braelynn’s smile wrapped around him, and he didn’t regret his revelation. Attempting to shake off the vulnerability he’d exposed, he dug the fork into the pasta once again.

“Tonight,” he reached to cup her cheek, his thumb trailing down her chin, “I want to pretend like it’s just us. My turn. I get two questions now.”

“Hey, that’s not fair.”

“Yes it is. You just had two. First question,” he continued, not giving her a chance to protest further. “Why didn’t you play games when you were a child?”

“My parents. They were very loving, but we moved a lot. My father was a researcher. An entrepreneur. Like you in some ways. Maybe not as successful, but still, he earned his own way. I spent a lot of my childhood in a bubble. It wasn’t as if I didn’t have friends, but my parents…I don’t know. They were what you’d expect of your stereotypical professors…learning was a game for me. The type of games you play, Lars? I’ve never met anyone like you. You…you’re different. You enjoy taking risks. I mean, I haven’t seen you do it, but you skydive a lot, and the other things, Everest…normal people don’t do those things. My parents…well, I suppose their lives weren’t as adventurous. I’m sorry…what was the question?”

Lars noted the sad smile on her face, sensing her parents had passed. Although the topic had brought a somber tone to the conversation, her upbringing perhaps explained why Braelynn had been so conservative. Changing the subject, he fed her the ziti and pressed her further.

“You enjoyed tonight. Watching the threesome in the club?”

“Maybe,” she hedged.

Lars sipped his wine, and continued. “Seth enjoyed watching us, too. I’ve shared women with him. Had threesomes.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Braelynn choked on her food, and blinked her eyes.

“Would you like to have Seth join us?” Lars couldn’t be sure if he’d share Braelynn. Still the fantasy rumbled within him, and his cock hardened.

“I didn’t notice he was watching,” she responded, not directly answering the question.

“No lying, little fox.” Lars reached for her robe. His fingers drifted between her breasts, and with one smooth movement he separated the fabric, exposing her skin.

“I…I…wasn’t sure who saw us,” she continued.

Lars brushed the garment off her shoulders, leaving her completely bared to him. She didn’t make a move to cover herself. As Braelynn struggled with her answer, he brushed the back of his hand over her stiff peaks, and she sucked a breath.

“Do you fantasize about being with two men?”

“What does it matter if I do?”

“Come here,” he ordered. She scooted towards him, but not fast enough for his liking. Lars snatched her ankle, and she giggled in response. Setting the bowl onto the floor, he slid her away from the sofa. Spreading her legs wide open, he guided her back onto her arms, settling her onto the floor.

“What are you doing?” She laughed

“Finishing dinner, of course.” Lars smiled, scooped more pasta and leaned towards her, teasing her lips open until she bit down. He rested the fork back into the bowl, and reached for the glass of wine. Taking a sip, he drank in the sight of Braelynn, his hungry eyes roaming over her body.

“Um…I don’t usually eat dinner naked.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing.”