Page 139 of I'm Your Guy
“Humiliation,” I say immediately.
“And what does that look like?”
I try to think. “Losing a fight to me, I guess. But I can’t let him make me look like a goon.”
Carter strokes my hand. “He wants to bang 30s so he can feel like a big man. But remember—he has no real power over you. You’re flying out of Jersey after the game, no matter what.”
I roll on top of him and gaze into his blue eyes.
“What?” he asks.
The real answer to that question would probably scare him—that I’m so overwhelmed by love for him that it hurts.
I’ve really missed this—being half of a team. “You said I was confusing great sex with something more. But I know what I’m doing. You’re a fucking guru with great taste and pretty eyes.”
“Nah, I’m just being selfish.” His lips twitch with a smile. “I don’t want your cousin to break your jaw. Not when your blowjob game is getting so good.”
I shout with laughter. “Good point. You’ll still be here when I get back from my trip, right? I might need more practice.”
“Tell you what.” He reaches up and runs a finger down my nose. “If you can get through that game without a fight, I’ll let you tie me to this bed when you come home.”
“Hot diggity.” I kiss him. “But how? I should’ve gotten the four-poster bed.”
He rolls his eyes. “You really think the best, most professional designer in Boulder, Colorado can’t sort this out while you’re away?”
I kiss his neck. “My apologies. You have a deal.”
* * *
The next afternoon, I’m pacing my hotel room, waiting for my sister to show up with my sub and fries. My phone dings with a text.
Carter
Just ordered this for next-day shipping. King sized, of course.
There’s a link to an Amazon listing for a set of… What the heck are “bed restraints”? I zoom in on the photo and see that they’re basically handcuffs that loop under the mattress, holding one wrist or ankle on each side.
Tommaso
You are a damn genius.
I know. And I got kinda horny after I one-clicked. Sorry. Had to spread out on your bed and get myself off. Should have taken a picture for you, but I didn’t think of it in time.
You might be a genius, but you are also kind of mean.
And now I have a boner while waiting for my sister to show up.
Not cool.
I pace the room some more, and finally my phone rings. Gia Calling.
“Hi!” she says when I answer. “Brace yourself, but I’m not coming out there.”
“What? Why?” I demand. “I’m supposed to be eating disco fries right now.”
“Don’t panic, Tommy, you’re still getting your order from Sal’s.”
“How?” I demand. “What’s going on?”
