Page 324 of The Tempted
Kitten: Bar hopping and borough hopping. I get around.
Me: As long as you’re not bed hopping.
Kitten: Even if I hopped into your bed?
I froze, staring down at my phone as the images flooded my brain. I could picture her naked in my bed wearing nothing but her glasses. Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that. Not one fucking bit. My dick agreed, hardening against my jeans.
Me: You can hop into my bed anytime, Kitten.
Kitten: You shouldn’t say things like that to a drunk girl who needs a good duck.
What? She wanted a pet? Odd thing to say to a guy when he invited you to fuck.
Kitten: Duck! I meant duck!
Me: You want a duck?
Kitten: Yes.
Kitten: No! Ducking auto correct!
“Get off your phone, ass wipe! You’re missing the game,” Bones said, throwing a bag of pretzels at my head. “Who are you texting anyway?”
“What does ducking mean?” I asked.
“Ducking? Like you duck,” he said, bending his head. “Like that, you get the fuck out of the way. You dodge the bullet. You duck and hide. Man, are we seriously having this discussion right now?
“No, that’s not it,” I said, scratching the top of my head.
Kitten: Let’s try this again. You shouldn’t say that to a girl who needs a good lay.
“Fuck, she needs to fuck!” I cheered, typing my response.
Me: Happy to oblige, babe.
And this night just got a whole lot better.
Kitten: Oh yeah? You think you can make me purr?
Me: I’ll make you fucking roar, baby.
Me: You still at the dog?
I was familiar with the Salty Dog, it was a popular bar mostly where firemen hung out. Lauren wasn’t taking a ride on a fucking fire truck tonight, not if I had a say in it. I lifted my eyes to Bones who was staring at me like I had lost my mind.
“What?” I asked innocently. “I might need a wingman you game?”
“Depends what she looks like. I’m not taking one for the team, not tonight, when I can go riding and grab any piece of ass I want,” he stated.
“Mia’s pretty, killer bod, nice rack,” I tried to entice.
“Mia?” he raised an eyebrow. “Wow, you know their names, impressive. That’s a first for you,” he teased.
“Stop being a dick, are you in or what?”
“When have I ever turned down pussy?” he said, taking another pull of his beer. “But then we’re even, not giving you the fifty I owe you.”
Me: Hello?
