Page 71 of Lucky Shot
“You did that to him, didn’t you?”
He tilts his head, and his eyes meet mine. I don’t think I can catch my breath as he holds my gaze. Seconds pass. Sounds around me fade. “Acts of service,” he says. “Yes. Just like the asshole. That is how I show I care.”
“Perhaps you might need to keep certain acts… uh… anonymous?”
Loren smirks. “Oh, my sweet Noah. They already are. You have no idea what I’m capable of and I intend to keep you in the dark.” He pulls me close so our arms are pressed together. “But know that if you ever need something,anything,you better call me. Understand, Noah Kain? Do you understand my love language?”
My breath comes out as if someone punched me. “Yes.”
He smiles. “Good. Now. Let’s talk about dating again. Also, why are we here?”
It takes me a second to come back from the glimpse into… whatever that moment was Loren was showing me. I have to almost forcefully push it away. “Uh…” I nod in the distance and then point it out. Not that he can miss it. “I need to make an appearance over there at some point.”
There’s a huge photo booth set up where people pay to get their pictures taken with a whole list of people. As I point it out, there’s an announcement that the first celebrity, Enoch Zayn, child of an A-list actress and a rockstar, will be there for half an hour. People will pay to take a picture and all proceeds will go to whatever charity the celebrity chose.
“That’s what I’m here for,” I say, sighing.
“You won’t be touch starved when we leave here,” he says, frowning.
TWENTY-ONE
ELIXON
Pretty and Ispend almost all of Sunday on the game. I’m still hunting for the skunk pelt but we go through a bunch of other quests while we chat about nothing and everything. I love his sense of humor, the depth to his thoughts, and his sexy innuendos.
It’s been so long since someone has gotten under my skin the way he does. While I don’t want to admit it, I’m not sure anyone has before. There’s something about Pretty that sets him apart from everyone I’ve ever dated. Have I ever looked forward to talking to someone like I do with him?
Have I ever craved someone like this?
There’s freedom in not sharing your identity. One internet search of my name and my face would be all over your browser. If I’d have given Pretty my name, I know it would have only been a matter of time before curiosity got the better of him and he looked me up.
I won’t lie and say that I wouldn’t have done the same thing. I absolutely would have. It’s just in our nature. Especially with everything right at our fingertips.
But the agreement to keep all identifying information to ourselves has allowed us to get to know each other outside of the superficial sphere. We share a deeper connection. Fantasies, desires, and preferences that we’ve never told anyone else.
It’s more than just the novelty of being able to share in a safe space. Iwantto tell him things. I want him to know every dark crevice of me. The thrill of him getting excited or sharing a desire is… intoxicating.
Once we’ve camped our characters in an inn on Sunday night, we move the conversation to our phones and continue to talk.
Pretty Boy
Am I allowed to ask for something?
Me
Yes. Of course.
Pretty Boy
Will you dress me again? Like you did the other day on the phone?
Excitement surges through me and my dick is already on board.
Me
How about a variation? Can we do that?
Pretty Boy
