The Player and the Pixie (Rugby #2)

“I agree. It’s a terrible problem. I should touch you,” he answered low, and there was something about the way he said it that had my mind conjuring up all sorts of unwelcome images.

I surprised even myself when I turned my body so I faced him. My mouth was only inches from his when I replied quietly, “Are you sure you want to do that? Touch me and I’ll touch you back.”

I watched him swallow and a triumphant rush went through me to know my words had affected him. So he definitely wasn’t pretending. Sean Cassidy actually liked me. Wow.

“Which cabin is yours?” he asked.

I laughed. “I’m not telling you that.”

“Why not? We could be right next door to each other and not even know.”

“Rick’s cabin is next to mine, so no, we couldn’t.”

Sean’s lips curved into a smile. “Ah, so I’ll just ask which one’s his to find yours.”

“Your skills of deduction truly astound me,” I deadpanned.

His tone turned contemplative. “You know, I think you may have offered up the information because you subconsciously want me to find you. Shall I sneak in later? Crawl into your bed and wake you up with my head between your thighs?”

I raised both my eyebrows and pointed at him with my fork. “That is quite possibly the creepiest thing I’ve ever heard. Do women typically enjoy this sort of talk?”

He seemed a touch petulant. “Yes, they do.”

His response lacked the usual Cassidy confidence and it made me curious. Perhaps he wasn’t the lothario he liked to lead people to believe.

“Are you sure? Because if I ever woke up with a strange man’s head between my legs I’d be straight on the phone to the authorities.” I tried to keep a sober face but cracked up a second later. Sean shot me a look of annoyance that I’d foiled his attempt at sexy talk.

“What’s so funny?” Rick asked, turning his attention away from Lisa and Cindy.

I leaned forward on the table. “So, hypothetical question. If you woke up in the middle of the night and a woman you didn’t know, or say you knew in passing, was giving you a blowjob, what would your immediate reaction be?”

Lisa and Cindy wore identical expressions of WTF but Rick wasn’t even fazed.

See? This was the reason we were friends.

“That depends. How exactly do I know her? Does she work in the local coffee house or is she the mother of a friend of a friend?”

I grinned. “I really want to go with the latter option, because . . . weird, but for simplicity’s sake, let’s imagine she’s the barista at your favorite coffee shop. She’s pretty, gives good head, but you know, she’s in your house, in your bedroom, and she’s taken the liberty of putting your cock in her mouth. What do you do?”

“This is a very strange conversation,” said Lisa.

“I don’t see the point,” added Cindy.

“Humor me,” I told the both of them. “There’s a point, I promise.”

Sean made a sound next to me, kind of a growly sigh.

“And tell me this,” Rick went on, seeming to enjoy the imaginary scenario, “when I go in for coffee, me and this chick, do we chit-chat, banter back and forth, or are we all business?”

“Does it have an influence on your answer?” I asked with a wide grin.

“Well, if we have a friendly vibe going on, maybe I mistakenly gave her the impression I wanted her to enter my house uninvited for oral fun. I can’t lose my shit if I’ve led her on.”

“Okay. You’re friendly to the extent that you say hello and know each other’s name, but you don’t chit-chat.”

“Right,” he chewed on his lip. “I think I’d have to respectfully ask her to leave, then report the incident to the cops. I mean, this woman is obviously psychologically unhinged.”

I sent a pointed look Sean’s way. “You see. It is creepy. I think you need to cut this whole scenario from your dirty-talk repertoire.”

My victory didn’t last very long because Sean just sat there staring at me, neither a smile nor a frown on his face. He looked like he didn’t know what to say, but also a little like he wanted to bend me over his knee and punish me for my behavior.

“Well, this has been real,” said Rick, breaking the silence with a wry expression. “But I think I’m going to go hang in my room for a while. Give a knock later if you want to take a walk or something.”

“Okay, see you later.”

With Rick’s departure, Cindy and Lisa quickly made their exits.

“I don’t think I’ve made the best impression with those two,” I said, and heard Sean let out a small huff of a laugh.

“And why ever not? It isn’t like you scared them off with all that talk of middle-of-the-night blowjob attacks,” he surmised.

“It serves them right. Cindy’s been all over Rick the last few days, and her with a husband,” I declared with feigned haughtiness.

Sean chuckled but it soon petered out, leaving us in silence once more. I wasn’t sure how to make an exit, which left me stuck in my chair, no believable excuses springing to mind.