Page 91 of Faking the Pass
Her lush, soft curves were such a perfect fit against me—there was not enoughalone timein the day.
We had a tacit agreement not to mention it, butfuck me,I was wishing Rosie and I had run into each other in Eastport Bay in a normal way and had started dating again, that this honeymoon was the real deal.
If only she felt the same.
“Want to do something else tonight instead of watching movies?” Rosie asked.
The answering erection was immediate and hard as marble. My dick was nothing if not an optimist.
Hey, miracles happened, right? I’d seen Rosie checking me out almost as often as I’d been watching her.
And shehadadmitted on contract day that there was a mutual attraction there and that “something” could accidentally happen.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked in as normal a tone as I could muster.
She walked up to me holding a game box, and my optimism crashed to the tile floor.
“I found this in one of the coffee table drawers,” she said. “It’s called Good Clean Fun. Ever heard of it?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean much. I’m not really all that into games—off the football field, that is.”
“Please?” she begged. “It might be fun. Just try it?”
As if I could say no to those honey brown eyes and those heart-shaped lips.
“Alright. Let’s give it a go.”
I’d discovered in the past few weeks that I had basically no natural immunity to this woman’s will, and God knew I needed something to keep my mind off the alternative activity I’d beenhopingshe’d suggest.
The card game turned out to be a little more fun than I’d expected.
Each card contained several clues, and you were supposed to guess what word or phrase they were referring to. And the clues were all, shall we say… suggestive.
Rosie read from her first card, blushing already. Not whatshe’dbeen expecting either apparently.
“Okay, um… it says, ‘You shove your wood in me, I get really hot for you, and I may take hours to cool down afterwards.’”
I grinned at her highly uncomfortable tone of voice. “A… woodstove?”
“Good guess,” she said, sounding relieved I hadn’t given her a dirty answer. “Close. A fireplace.”
I laughed. “Nice. Okay, now my turn.”
Having a good time now, I drew a card from the deck, snickering as I scanned the unnecessarily racy clues and the totally innocent answer.
I watched Rosie’s face over the top of it as I read it aloud, anticipating her reaction.
“You put your lips against me and blow, I expand until I’m several sizes larger, and I’m lots of fun at parties.”
“I don’t know if this is such a good game,” Rosie said, squirming in her seat.
“Hey—it was your idea,” I said. “And I think it’s fun. You can’t bail now anyway, after you’ve already made me answer one.”
“Fine. But we’re only playing one round. I’m feeling tired and ready for bed.”
I was ready for bed too, but not because I was tired.
“A balloon,” Rosie guessed. “Happy?”
