Page 75 of CowSex
“Some are, some might have their wives or girlfriends with them, depends on whether they can get a sitter for the kids.”
“And you want me there, with your mates and their other halves, to eat and watch the game?”
“That’s what I’m asking, Essex, yeah.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why you inviting me?”
“You wanna go back to my place and sit on your own?”
“So, you’re inviting me out of pity?”
“Jesus Christ, woman.”
I jerk away from him as he raises his voice.
“Will you stop overthinking the goddamn question and just answer it?”
I fold my arms across my chest.
“No need to take that tone.”
“No need for you to question my motives.”
I question just about everyone’s motives, but I wasn’t gonna tell him that.
“Do I need to go home and change first?”
“Into what, a ball gown?”
“Fuck you.”
“Think we’ve already established that’s exactly what I’d like to do.”
“Does everything always come back to sex with you?”
“Yes, but only with you. I can’t help myself, Essex. I want you.”
Why did my eyelids struggle to stay open at his words? He had me all lightheaded and heavy-lidded.
“You look fine. Not seen anyone wear a tutu in Mo’s since ninety-eight, and it was Joe-Ray Conroy’s bachelor party.”
“Who wore the tutu?”
“Father of the groom. We all drew straws for who wore what outfit and Jimmy-Ray drew the short one, the man was three hundred pounds and as hairy as a Yeti.”
I shudder at the image. Chewing on the inside of my lip, I attempt to deal with the nervous excitement churning in my belly at the prospect of meeting Koa’s friends.
“So, you in, Essex? Dinner, a few drinks, and the game?”
“Will it bother you if I say no?”
I’m not gonna say no, I just wanna see his reaction.
Yeah, I annoy myself sometimes. Just give the man a straight answer, for fuck's sake.
