Page 46 of Next Season
“That’s funny.”
“And it’s not the first or last time that happened to me. It’s safe to say, I’ve caused a lot of confusion.” I shrugged good-naturedly. “Maybe I’m doomed to be misunderstood.”
Riley shook his head. “No, you communicate very well. Better than me, that’s for sure.”
“You’re reserved. That’s different.”
He stared at the horizon where wisps of fog clung to the water’s edge in shimmery shades of gold and muted blues. “Not with you. If anything, I’m painfully honest when I’m around you.”
“Oh? Let’s take a test. What’s your sexiest fantasy?”
He widened his eyes as he shifted to face me. “Are you for real? Who casually discusses sexy fantasies while freezing their ass off on a rock?”
“We do. You go first.” I bit the inside of my cheek in an effort to keep a monster grin from spreading across my face when Riley snorted derisively. “No? Okay, but I have to say, you’re surprisingly prim and proper for a guy who’d begged me to fuck his hole this morning and—”
“That was in the heat of the moment. Totally different,” he interrupted hotly.
I held my arms up in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’ll go first.”
“No, that’s not necess—”
“I insist.” I squinted as if deep in thought. “I have a lot of fantasies to report—the pirate and the cabin boy, the CEO and the intern, the sexy delivery man.”
“Oh, boy.”
“But right here, right now…I like the idea of fucking you on this rock. You could sit on my lap and watch the sunset while you ride my dick. Hot, yes?”
Riley cleared his throat and licked his lips. “Yeah, but no condoms.”
“Hmm. We don’t technically need them. You get tested often and…I’ve recently been tested too. Plus you’re the only one I’ve slept with in a long, long time. But I’m sure I have supplies in the glove compartment too. Which reminds me…I also have a cop fantasy. A police officer asks for my registration, and when I reach for it, a condom falls out and—”
“Got it.”
My lips twisted in amusement. “Okay. Your turn.”
“I’m not telling you,” he scoffed.
“Shy again?”
“No, I just—all right, fine. The idea of sex in public turns me on. I’ve never done it and I never will, but yeah…hot. And now I have a chubby. Thanks a lot. Let’s go to my place and do something about it.”
“We could,” I agreed slowly. “Or…we could stay here and you could suck my cock.”
He met my gaze and cracked a smile. “You’re serious.”
“Just a thought.” I shrugged lazily.
“Okay. Undo your jeans, and show me your dick.”
I arched a brow and cast a quick glance around us, though I knew we were completely alone. Very few people ventured off the trails on brisk, late November evenings at dusk. And a passing vehicle wouldn’t be able to see the lake from the road no matter what time of day it was, so…yes, this was safe. But cold.
Not that I’d back down. No way. Riley was calling my bluff, and we both knew it. I wasn’t going anywhere now.
I unzipped my jacket, unbuckled my belt, and fumbled to release my semi from the confines of my boxer briefs without my bare ass touching the rock. “Here it is. In less than one minute, this poor guy will shrivel to the size of a cocktail wiener, so if you’re serious, get to it.”
Riley’s gaze flitted from my crotch to my eyes. “It’s a fantasy, though. Dirty talk only.”
“No problem. Stop talking and suck my dick, cowboy.”