Page 79 of The Back Forty
Her jaw drops. “Shut up.”
“Nope.”
“That’s… no. No way. That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard.”
“You asked,” I say, laughing.
“Lawson. A porta-potty. What about... diseases?”
“It was right after I landed a pitch with one of the major grocery chains out there, I was probably,” I rub at my jaw, “Twenty-five years old. So well over a decade ago. I got too drunk, wandered into downtown Austin, met a girl wearing beads who flashed me. We started making out and the next thing I know, we’re in a disgusting little blue box in the middle of a field with the band playing outside the door. She was gripping the edge of the seat, and I was taking her from behind, holding on for dear life and hoping she didn’t fall in the open toilet.”
Dani winces, one hand pressed to her heart like I just confessed a murder but she’s laughing too. “That’s so foul. I’m never going to be able to look at you the same.”
I chuckle. “Didn’t think you’d be so delicate.”
“I’m not delicate,” she says, glaring. “But that’s an assault on the senses. And probably a health hazard. Did she wash her hands afterwards? Did you kiss her? Oh gross.”
“I can't remember any of those details, it wasn't that memorable for me. What about you?”
She rolls her eyes, cheeks going pink in that way they do when she’s flustered but trying not to be. “In the sand at the beach.”
I raise a brow. “That’s it? That’s not crazy.”
“It is for me,” she insists. “I don’t screw people in bathrooms. I’m not trying to get syphilis. Besides, I was on vacation with friends, we met this group of guys, snuck off at midnight and bam, it happened. The water was freezing and there were people like, twenty feet away when we screwed on the shore. That counts.”
“Yes, but doesn’t beat my story.”
“Gross. No, you and the girl you hooked up with won.”
“Why’s that?” I ask.
“Well, I’m guessing the girl at least got to come.”
“I always make sure they come,” I say, voice dipping low before I can stop myself.
Her eyes flick to mine, wide and blinking fast. Then her cheeks deepen to full red, and she clears her throat. “Okay. Well. That was… informative.”
She takes a long sip from her little bottle of tequila like she’s trying to erase the moment. And then, casually, like it’s no big deal, she says, “That, and… from behind is my favorite position.”
I arch a brow. “That so?”
She grins, a little wicked, a little daring. “Mm. Feels like the guy can get deeper. And if he’s playing with my clit, I always come.”
Shit.
I hum low in my throat because it’s that or groan, and right as I’m about to say something I’ll regret, she pivots the conversation like nothing happened. Like she didn’t just light my entire body on fire in the middle of an airport terminal and give me a mental visual I’ll be jerking off to as soon as we land tonight.
***
“Earth to Lawson?” Cash snaps his fingers in front of my face. “You there or imagining Dani naked?”
I blink hard, like I’m surfacing from somewhere deep. “You’re right.”
He pauses. “Whoa. Two times in one night. Are you okay? Is this some kind of emotional emergency?”
I ignore the sarcasm. “I know everything about her. And I’m not talking about the obvious stuff—her favorite ice cream, favorite color, favorite… yeah. I’m talking about the important shit.”
Cash’s brows lift, but he doesn’t interrupt.
