Part 7 (1/2)

The excitement in her eyes is intriguing. What is this vixen up to?

”Elaborate.”

”Well,” she says while pus.h.i.+ng her bowl back, ”for every truth you won't tell, you lose an article of clothing. Shoes don't count, by the way.”

She's bolder than I thought. f.u.c.king mixed signals.

”Sounds good to me. I'll lie until I'm naked.”

She lets her head fall back to laugh, and I smile involuntarily at the very s.e.xy sound of her sweet giggles.

”That's the fun part,” she continues. ”If you get naked first, then you have to leave me alone for the remainder of the weekend - well, today and tomorrow.”

I frown as I tilt my head.

”That doesn't sound fun at all. You don't know how to deal out incentive very well.”

She laughs again and stands to slip in front of me, pressing her body between the counter and me, and making my c.o.c.k burn and pulse to feel her.

”If I get naked first, then you can do any debasing, scandalous thing you want to with my body.”

A weaker man would have just shot his load right then and there. I'm almost a weaker man.

This just got interesting.

The knot in my throat becomes a h.e.l.lacious beast as my hand slides around her waist before pulling her against my arousal, desperate to show her just how bad I want her.

”I like this game a little better now. Should we take this to the pool?”

”Sure. I like getting wet,” she jokes, making my jaw drop as I follow her twitching a.s.s outside.

d.a.m.n that a.s.s.

”I think you're enjoying toying with me,” I mumble, and she smiles sweetly before stretching out on a lounge chair.

”I think you enjoy dodging any real conversations, so this should be interesting. Should I go first?”

I sit down beside her, and I rest my elbows on my knees as I study her tempting body.

”It seems you have one more article of clothing than me. What should we do about that?”

She smiles and stands to her feet while removing her s.h.i.+rt and tossing it to the ground. My mouth does its best to not drop to the ground as I stare at her glorious body - curvy in all the right places.

Her chest is... oh it's phenomenal, and that's just what I can see of it. Her slick, perfect stomach has just enough definition to stay feminine, making my mouth drool puddles.

”Better?” she says while blus.h.i.+ng lightly under my appraising eyes.

”Much,” I strain out as my pants tighten.

”I'm a.s.suming that means you're not wearing any underwear under your swimming trunks?”

I smirk while shaking my head.

”Never do. Now, what about that question?”

She sits back down to face me, her eyes glowing mischief, while leaning back and propping up on her hands.

”What's your notch count?” she bluntly a.s.serts with a devious grin.

Christ.

That's not the question I was expecting. I thought that sweet little mouth was going to ask something mundane, not reach under the table and cut me off at the knees.

I grimace as I think back to my countless affairs and meaningless one-nighters. I can't tell her I've been with so many girls that I don't have a notch count anymore.

With a sigh and a cheeky grin, I stand up and pull my s.h.i.+rt over my head before lowering myself back down to the seat. Her triumphant grin glows as she stares at me with a successful beam.

”That was easy enough,” she pokes.

Rolling my eyes, I lean forward again as she takes in my s.h.i.+rtless body.

”Your turn. Same question.”

Time to get out of those shorts.

She gives me a wicked grin, and then she leans up while undoing the top b.u.t.ton of those tiny little jean shorts.

”Three,” she says while ending her teasing display.

I look up, a little shocked at first, and then I burst out laughing.

”You might as well finish taking off those shorts, babe. There's no way you've only been with three people.”

I laugh harder, and her grin grows.

”I didn't start dating until I was almost eighteen. The first guy I slept with had been my boyfriend for over a year before we took that step. After we broke up, I got involved with another guy, and after a few months, I slept with him. Then after him... well, you get the picture.”

As.h.i.+ara He looks very suspicious of me, and I really don't blame him. It is rather low for a girl my age, considering I'll be twenty-one next month. These days, that's too low - that's actually a sad fact.

”There's no way you would consider doing this game - where the end result could have you under me - if you were that innocent.”

I grin deviously.

”First of all, I never said I was innocent. Just because my notch count is low, doesn't mean I'm inexperienced - it just means I'm not as easy. As for the game, well, as you can see, I'm not afraid of losing. One question in, and you had to remove your s.h.i.+rt. The one thing you're not so good at, Tag, is being real.”

He sits back, his smile fading and seriousness coming to his eyes.

”You're for real? Three? That's it? How did you manage that? I mean... look at you.”