Page 63 of Challenge
“You don’t want to know. You’ll think I’m a head case.”
“I already kind of do and I still want to fuck you.” I force a congenial smile. “Tell me.”
“I can’t. I refuse.” She crosses her arms over her chest.
“I could force it out of you.” My brows lift playfully, but deep down I’m frustrated by how badly I need to know what’s inside her mind.
She makes a move like her lips are sealed. Without hesitation, I shoot toward her, clutching her sides in my hands and fiercely tickling her against the exam table. Her noises are infectious. Before long, my crabby mood is all but gone as I laugh at her squirming reaction.
She begs for mercy with tears in her eyes and exclaims, “Okay, I’ll tell you!” I pull back with a triumphant grin. “I have this Penis List I made-up with Belle.”
“A penis what?” I release my hands from her waist and stand back. “Is that like a Christmas list of dicks?”
“No, it’s just a Penis List,” she says with a huff, leaning on the table. “It’s that plan I’ve mentioned. About why I’m not worried about falling for you. Because of the list. The plan. You are Penis Number One, which is a very distinct type. Number one is supposed to be a playboy. Someone…experienced.”
“Okay…and?” I cross my arms.
“And, I’m just saying…Penis Number Two is going to have big shoes to fill because you and I have been doing quite well, I’d say.”
Her talking about other men again is not amusing. “What the fuck is Penis Number Two?”
She counts the descriptive traits on her fingers like she’s listing off items on her grocery list. “Total opposite of you. He’s got to be sensitive, a giver…takes nothing, gives everything. Emotional…” Her voice trails off when she notices the look on my face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Are you saying I could never be Penis Number Two?” I can’t help but think I’ve given up a lot these last couple of days with her. I’ve screwed her in ways I’ve never screwed anybody else. So how different could a Penis Number Two be?
She eyes me skeptically.
I move toward her and trap her against the table with a hand on either side of her. “Indie. I’ve fucked a lot of women. You don’t keep women coming without being a giver. Has there ever been a time you haven’t gotten off?”
“Well, no.” Her face looks uncomfortable.
“See? That’s my primary goal every time. When you come…the face you make…the sounds you utter…that is what makes me come.”
She opens her mouth but no words come out.
“So your Penis List has some holes in it I’m afraid.”
“Well, thankfully…it won’t concern you once our arrangement is done.” She crosses her arms with a determined scowl.
I push myself away from her. “I think I could show you whatever else you’re trying to get from that list. Easily.”
“I highly doubt it.” She puts her hands on her hips. “And besides, this isn’t a contest, Camden. There’s no winner.”
“No, but it sounds like you have goals. Pun intended. So you need a sensitive lover? Challenge accepted.”
“Challenge not accepted. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. The point is to have multiple penises, not one. And you’re Penis Number One. Not Two! End of.”
I scoff, “Relax, Specs. You’ll have plenty of time to shag other blokes when I’m gone.”
For some bizarre reason, the notion feels like razors in my stomach as it tumbles out of my mouth.
THE NEXT MORNING,IWAKEup alone in my bed. Tanner came home late last night, so that was a big reason I didn’t invite Indie back to my flat. Or stay at hers. I don’t need questions about where I am or what I’m doing right now.
Because I’m not even sure I know what the fuck I’m doing.
This Penis List of Indie’s has my stomach in knots. I’m not sure if it’s just the jealousy factor, or if it’s the fact that I’ve always loved a good challenge.
I don’t even know what this is between Indie and me, but I know I have a strong intensity with her that I’m not sure I’m done exploring yet.
