“What the fuck, Shelby?” he growled into the phone.
“What?” I said innocently.
“You fucking went to a party and let a guy go down on you?”
“Yeah. I told you I was horny and I needed a release.”
“You fucking let some random man go down on you!”
“What’s the matter? Are you jealous?”
“No, I’m not fucking jealous, but you…” He sighed. “Did you fuck him?”
“What do you care? It’s not like you want to fuck me.”
“Answer me, Shelby. Did you fuck him?”
“That’s for me to know and you to never find out,” I said softly.
“Fuck. Shelby, really?”
“What, Sam? Like you said earlier, you don’t play games. Well, I don’t play games either. I go after what I want. And I’m very sexual and I like to come. So either you can be the man that makes me come, or you can be the man that wishes he was making me come. The decision’s up to you.”
“But your dad would absolutely—”
“Like I said before, my dad doesn’t have to know anything. I’m not going to tell him. Are you?”
He swore under his breath. “Fuck it. I’m going to have to think about this.”
“Well, think ahead. Think as much as you want, Sam. Hopefully, you don’t think too long because by the time you’re ready, I might have already moved on.”
Chapter Nine
Sam sat across from me at the diner he’d chosen for brunch a week after our little interaction. “So, Shelby…”
“Yes, Sam?”
“I figured that we could go over the plans for food.”
“Sure,” I said, nonchalantly. I was going to play it differently now.
“What sort of foods were you thinking of?”
“I don’t know. What do old people like you and my parents like to eat?”
He pressed his lips together. I smiled inwardly. I was not going to allow Sam to make a fool out of me. I’d made it very clear that I wanted him, and if he wanted me, then he was going to have to step up his game. I wasn’t that desperate to be with him.
“So maybe we could do some ribs and some chicken breasts—”
“Sure. If you think that’s what the old fogies will want to eat.”
“We’re not that old. And you know I’m younger than your parents, right?”
“Does it matter?” I pulled out my phone. “Oh, hold on. I’ve got a text.” I texted back quickly, smiling. Let Sam think I was texting some hot guy.
“Who’s that?” Sam asked.
“No one you know.”
“Is it the guy that went down on you at the party?”
“Um, that’s really none of your business.” I smirked at him. “Why? Jealous?”
“No, I’m not jealous. I just think you should make better decisions in your life.”
“Better decisions than letting a guy go down on me so that I can cum on his face?”
His eyes narrowed as he stared at me. “Shelby, sometimes I don’t know whether or not I like the fact that you’re so open and blunt with your topics of conversation.”
“Thought you said you like that I’m honest.”
“Yeah, but sometimes it is a little bit too honest.”
“Okay. Well, do you want to know something?” I said softly.
“What?”
“When he was going down on me, I was imagining it was your tongue that was inside of me.” I smiled at him. “In fact, as I sit here staring at your face, I wonder what it would be like to sit on it.”
“Shelby, really?”
I started laughing and rolled my eyes. “I’m just joking. I don’t care about sitting on your face, Sam. I could sit on almost any man’s face that I wanted, and they wouldn’t turn me away. I don’t need to sit on yours.”
“Uh-huh.” He leaned forward and grabbed my hand. “I think you would very much like to sit on my face.”
“Oh, yeah?” I said. My heart raced as he squeezed my fingers.
“I think you’d like to sit on my cock as well.”
“Really?” I said hiding a smile. There was the sexual Sam I wanted so badly.
“And you know what?”
“What?” I said.
“Eight.” He winked at me.
“Eight?”
“And not eight out of ten.” He sat back and let go of my hands.
My jaw dropped as I realized what he was saying. And all I wanted to do was see all eight inches of him right then and there.
“I think I’m going to have pancakes,” I said.
“Oh, yeah?” He looked at his menu. “With chocolate chips or blueberries?”
“Just plain with syrup.” I smiled. “And some bacon. I like bacon.”
“I bet you do,” he said with a wink.
“Sam, I don’t play games. So if you’re going to try and tease me, it better be because you actually want this to go somewhere,” I said, matter-of-factly.
“I didn’t know I was teasing you.” He shrugged innocently.
I realized that he was not going to give me an inch. Okay, I thought to myself, two can play this game.
“So we’re going to have the party in two weeks. Is that good?” I said.
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
“I also know a guy that said he can DJ and be the bartender.”
“Who’s that?”
“A guy I met last week at a party,” I said.
“You’ve got to be fucking joking,” he snarled. “There’s no way I’m going to let you bring some guy that ate you out last week to my house.”
“Did I say it was the guy that went down on me?” I smirked at him.
He shook his head “What the fuck, Shelby? What are we doing here?”
“I don’t know, Sam. What are we doing here? Are we going to have fun and explore? Or are we just going to trade witty barbs and sexual innuendos and not have anything happen?” I reached under the table and grabbed his knee. “Because I know what I want to happen. And if you want it to happen too, then we should make it happen.”
“I just can’t do that to your dad, Shelby. You know that he’s my best friend…”
“Oh my gosh, you sound like a record on repeat.” I rolled my eyes. “Like I said before, he doesn’t have to know. “
“Yeah, but what if he finds out?”
“How the fuck is he going to find out? It’s not like I’m going to go up to him and say, ‘Hey, I’ve been fucking your best friend.’ And you’re not going to go up to him and say, ‘Hey, I’m fucking your daughter.’”
“How do you know I wouldn’t?” he said with a smile.
“Because I know you want to keep all eight inches of your cock.”
“Too true,” he said with a nod. “I don’t feel like getting it cut off, which your dad would do if he thought it had been inside of you.”
“But he doesn’t have to know,” I said again. I got up, walked over to his side of the booth, and slid in next to him. He looked at me in surprise, and I reached my hand down to his thigh and squeezed gently. He didn’t push my hand away, and I just left it there on his warm thigh.