Page 91 of Cocky Caveman

All I want to do is give in to the lust swirling through my body, but my mind is still absorbing everything Tucker told me.

He was married to a girl, a friend he once loved, and pretty much gave her a dying wish before she passed tragically—Jesus, the poor guy. But what a kind and selfless act. He gave Jillian peace.

I sigh with sexual frustration because I want this man. Dammit! But the bombshell he drops makes me think it is inappropriate.

After that conversation, I had to slow everything down, so I blurt out, “Rock, Paper, Scissors.”

And then it backfires.

How the hell was he thinking the same as I was?

I am damn good at this game.

I almost lost my composure when he suggested a 69.

My barriers are crumbling right in front of this man.

“We need a rematch, Royal.”

“As in… naked Twister?”

“Always the comedian. Let’s go again. Same terms for the winner.”

Tucker’s face forms into a shit-eating grin, but he can’t hide the lust in his eyes.

“Get ready to lose,” I say with half-arsed determination.

“Oh, I think, either way, I am going to be a winner.”

Twenty-Nine

ACCEPTING THE LOSS GRACIOUSLY

Tucker

She makes a rock with her fist, but I choose paper.

I wrap my hand around hers. “Gotcha.” I can’t help looking smug while making the universal sign for loser against my forehead. “Ladies first.” Just how I like it. I want to make triple sure she is okay with her wager. “One more chance, Shagspeare, because I am happy to keep on kissing you as payment if it makes you more comfortable?”

She crosses her arms, kicking her chin up, looking like a sore loser.

We start a stare-off. A challenge gets silently set to see who looks away first.

Oh, baby, I could look at you for days.

Finally, she says, “Damn, I lost. I never lose.” She sounds shocked. “I will pay up because you won fair and square.”

“Let’s pick up from where I left off, shall we?” My cock is so hard for this woman. “Just call out your safe word, and we will stop.”

“I won’t be using it,” she says firmly.

I tilt my head on the side. “What are you telling me, Shagspeare?”

“In for a penny, in for a pound.”

“I love a good attitude.”

“No strings.” She lifts her arms. One hand curves around my neck while the other hand cups my face.

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