Page 131 of Renegade Rift
Ass.
XXX.
You choose.
She’s trying to kill me.
All the blood that pumped through my heart in anxiety before has migrated south and straight to my dick.
“Yup.” I swallow hard, like my life depends on it. “You definitely can’t give me these and expect me to be okay with just dessert.”
She looks up at me and bats her lashes like she’s the picture of innocence. “You like them?”
“Juliet, you took notice of my little dice goblin heart and turned it into a sex game. I fucking love them.”
And you. Fuck reality. Marry me now.
She smiles wider than I’ve ever seen—all teeth and between lips I know taste like strawberries. “Then you’ll play with me?”
Forever? Absolutely.
“Have you eaten?” I ask, silently willing the blood in my painfully hard dick to cease its throbbing long enough for me to make sure she’s not going to pass out when I get my hands on her.
Juliet laughs, probably because she knows exactly what I’m doing. “I had some of the lasagna I made before I put it away and opted to move up dessert.”
“There are leftovers?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, Hulk. I packed it so you could take it with you tomorrow.”
“You’re a goddess.” She knows I would rather have her cooking than whatever the nutritionist has planned for us in on the road. “Now go grab the dice box from the D&D cart. I’m going to get out of this suit. I expect you to be in your bra and panties when I get back.”
“Yes, sir.” She gives me a mock salute, and if my dick wasn’t already standing at attention, it would be.
I’m gone for five minutes, tops, when I return in nothing but my boxer briefs. Juliet is sitting in the middle of the pillow pile in nothing but a matching black lace bra and thong panty set. She’s rolling the dice over and over in the small wooden box I asked her to grab, quietly giggling to herself each time a new set of actions appears.
It’s fucking adorable.
“You ready, love?”
She looks up, her eyes playfully dancing down my exposed chest, sending shivers of need down my spine.
“Why do you call me that?” she asks.
“Love?”
“Yeah.” She tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and I don’t miss the way she presses her thighs together. “I like when you call me that, but where did it come from? I don’t think I’ve ever heard it as a term of endearment.”
“It’s what my dad called my mom.” I round the sofa and lower myself into the pile of pillows across from her. “One of the few vivid memories I have of him is when he’d come home from the shop, covered in grease from head to toe, and the first thing he always did was find my mom and say,Love, you are the light of my life. How can I love you today?”
“That’s so romantic.”
“I think so too.” Her eyes get a distant sheen to them, and I know she’s retreating to thoughts of reality.
But if I can’t, neither can she. That’s not what tonight is about. This is her fairytale, and I’m willing to fight to keep us rooted in it.
I reach out and lace my fingers in hers. “Are you ready to play?”
Juliet gives my hand a squeeze, a silent thank you. “Are you ready to lose?”
