Page 40 of The Game

I arch my eyebrows and scan through all the positions. Does the sofa count as missionary? “Maybe?”

“Maybe? Were you drunk?”

“No.” I glare at her. “We were on the sofa, and I was…” Dillon is still staring. God, I hope he can’t read lips. This is embarrassing. I spin a little so he can’t see my mouth moving. “I was on top, and then, he flipped me over, and he was on top.” I shrug. “I guess that’s missionary.”

“Doesn’t count. If you’re fucking like nymphos on the sofa, it’s not considered missionary.” She holds up another finger. “Is that all?”

“No. There was the bedroom and finally, the shower. Well, there was also the in car and the hotel gym.”

“Holy fuck. You whore. What’s going to be the encore?” She studies me with what can only be described as pride. Like she’s responsible for my descent into sexual abandon.

I worry my bottom lip and cover my mouth in case Dillon has perfected the art of lip-reading. “We talked about BDSM.”

“What the fuck?” Her mouth drops open, and her eyes are so wide – white shows all around her irises.

“Yeah.” I giggle. “I think he might tie me up tonight. By the way, I need you to steer clear of the house tonight. His sister and niece live with him, so he’s coming to our place.”

She lunges forward and smacks her palm over my forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Never better.” I grin until my cheeks hurt. I’ve never been this happy. Being with Gunner is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

She steps back and frowns. “Is this a thing?”

“I think so.” My body tightens, and I inhale. “I hope so. We talked about seeing each other again, and he said he likes me.” I shrug. “I mean, we’re not getting married or moving in together, but I think we’re a couple.”

“You need to make sure. You don’t want to get your heart broken by expecting more from him than he’s willing to give.”

“You’re right.” My heart sinks to my feet. If anyone gets hurt in this situation, it’s going to be me. I’m falling for him, and he might not be as interested.

He doesn’t even have sex during the football season. If that’s not a sign he’s put himself first, nothing else is. No. Don’t think like that. He said I’m more important than football.

Right. Why would you believe that? Stop it. Quit inventing problems. Shit. Ashley’s right. I’ve got more to risk. Maybe he’s only relieving stress or scratching an itch. “I’ll talk to him.”

She grabs my forearms. “I’m not trying to hurt your feelings or make you worried, but you’ve got such a big heart, and he’s an over-the-top kind of guy. I know you. You’re going to fall in love with him.”

My gaze drifts to the floor. I’m already in love with him. My stomach does a slow summersault, and my breath hitches.

“Shit,” she hisses and jerks back. “You’ve already fallen for him. He’d better not fuck you over, or I’ll put colon blow in his protein shakes.”

“God, you’re a bitch.” I laugh and bend over at the waist.

When someone knocks on the door, I can barely see through the tears in my eyes. Dillon. What does he want?

Ashley marches to the door and swings it open. “Yes?”

“Can I talk to you alone?” He glances at the two of us.

Which one of us does he want to talk to? I glance at Ashley and Dillon and cock an eyebrow. Her face is devoid of emotion, but her face is flush, and her chest heaves. What’s going on?

“Hey.” Gunner pushes his way through the door – past the two of them – and throws his arm over my shoulders.

“Hey, Gunner.” Ashley nods.

“Can you two give Dani and me a moment? We need to figure out our plans for tonight.”

“Sure thing, man. Go ahead.” Dillon cringes, and a slight blush settles over his face. He glances at Ashley and then back to us. “See you guys later.” He steps back with his gaze trained on Ashley.

Ashley ignores him as he heads to the elliptical machine and turns back to us. “Well, wasn’t that awkward.” She grins sheepishly and smacks my arm. “Dani’s quite the hot commodity it appears.”

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