Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Truth,” I proclaim, plunking the shot glass onto the table.
She’s ready. Her lips curve into a sexy smile as she asks, “How many times have you masturbated since we’ve been here?”
“Uh...” I grin at her and clear my throat. “Three times.”
Her eyes widen in surprise. “Three? That’s it?”
I laugh. “What, are you flicking the bean every day in the outhouse or something?”
Her eyes dance playfully. “You have to win a game if you want me to answer that.”
She shakes up the letters in the Boggle cube to start the next game. Both of us spend the first minute furiously writing down words, but after that, I can only concentrate on thoughts of Trinity never being fucked to orgasm by a man. She might as well just use a vibe if she has to be on top every time to get off.
By the end of the three minutes, her list is so much longer that I just shake my head.
“You whipped my ass,” I mutter.
She pours a shot and passes me the glass. “Bottoms up, captain.”
Bottoms up. Fuck. Now I’m imagining her round, gorgeous ass in the air. This is heaven and hell, the lines so blurred I can’t remember a single reason why I shouldn’t pick her up and carry her over to the bed right now.
I tip back the shot, a comfortable buzz making me relaxed. Trinity looks at me intently from the other side of the table.
“When you said you don’t even have casual sex, what did you mean?”
I freeze. Why did I tell her that? Her eyes stay locked onto me as I rub a hand over my short beard, considering what to say.
“All the things you could dare me to do and you’d rather ask me that?”
She nods.
I exhale heavily. That’s something I never talk about, to anyone. But the whiskey and this cabin that feels like it’s on the edge of the world make me care less. She bared her soul to me about her anxiety—I might as well be honest with her, too.
“I haven’t had intercourse with a woman in—” I stop to do the math. “I’m thirty-four now, so I guess it’s been nine years.”
Her jaw drops with surprise. “Why?”
“I’m...too worried I’ll get a woman pregnant. I usually couldn’t even come from sex because I was so worried about it.” A few seconds of silence pass before I continue. “Oral and anal can be just as good, you know.”
Saying it makes me feel exposed. It’s so much more comfortable for everyone to think I’m a red-blooded man who fucks every willing single woman I encounter.
Trinity clears her throat. “Are you just saying that to make me feel better about you not wanting to fuck me?”
I laugh a single note. “Uh, no. It’s the truth.”
“And women are okay with it?”
“You’d be surprised how much women enjoy having their pussies eaten and being finger fucked until they’re squirting all over the bed.”
Her cheeks turn pink and I can actually see the bob in her throat when she swallows. I can already see us both ending up on the floor from this variation of the game of Boggle.
The hangover tomorrow will be so fucking worth it.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Trinity
My head is made of concrete. I let it fall back onto the pillow immediately, groaning from the pounding sensation.
I had a lot of whiskey last night. Though I’m hurting right now, I also feel lighter. Linc and I laughed more than we have in our entire time here. We shared a lot. We both leaned into a free fall, not worrying about how hard we might hit at the end.
We both chose all truths in our game, learning each other’s secrets and laughing about our embarrassments. I thought I might pee my pants from laughing when he told me his story of getting an erection in front of his entire class in seventh grade because he was hot for his teacher. And now he knows I mispronounced Lena Horne’s last name in a speech in front of my entire middle school, humiliating myself.
Though I don’t want to move, I need water. When I sit up and look around the cabin, I don’t see Linc anywhere. My heart flutters with worry as I slide out of bed.
The bottle of whiskey is still on the kitchen table, about a quarter of it left. There’s a note next to it.
Outside exercising. Be back soon.
L
I smile at the message, which feels almost intimate. After last night, I have a better understanding of Linc. There are still so many questions I want to ask him, but I’m not sure my body can handle more Truth or Dare Boggle just yet.
I drink a glass of water, refill it and drink half of the second glass. Today needs to be about rest and hydration for me.
My ankle is much better and letting loose last night helped my anxiety. If it wasn’t winter, Lincoln and I would probably pack up supplies and start hiking, but we can’t risk hitting a snowstorm.