“And here.” His response comes out quietly as he brings the joint to his lips.
“You don’t know me, man,” I say, but not cruelly. “Nobody does, really. And you’d do good to not try to hold me in some light of innocence. I’m no saint.”
He passes me the weed; it’s no more than a tiny roach at this point. “Two truths and a lie,” he asks, the smile so evident in his voice, I don’t even have to look over to know it’s there.
“Again?”
“Yeah, why not?”
Rolling my eyes, I nod before taking a hit. I hold the smoke in my lungs for a moment until they scream at me for a reprieve.
Rowan seems to ponder for a moment before a grin so wide plays on his lips. “I went to a sex club once and participated in an orgy in their dark room, one time I didn’t have my wallet with me and wanted to buy some molly, so I gave the dealer a hand job for it, and I fucked my high school English teacher for some extra credit.”
I put out the joint, a laugh falling from my lips. “Jesus. I’m going to guess the teacher fucking one is the lie.”
His eyes gleam as his smile widens. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
My head throws back, a belly laugh rumbling from me as he does to me what I did to him the first time we played this. “Okay, touché.”
Rowan nods his chin toward me. “Your turn.”
I don’t even have to think about my three. “Once let a fan snort a line of coke off my dick, I shot someone when I was twelve, and I lost my virginity when I was thirteen to a woman twice as old as me.”
His eyes widen as he laughs. “You’re a fucking rock star. I feel like, logically, any of those could be true.”
They’re all true.The fan snorting coke off my dick was this past tour, I had to shoot one of my aunt’s ex-boyfriends in the leg to get him off of her before he killed her one night after they got a little too high and a little too heated, and my aunt’s friend fucked me one cold winter afternoon when my aunt was gone. Said she could give me experience and confidence to fuck the girls my age. What she didn’t realize—and what I didn’t realize until I was inside of her—was that I didn’t want experience with girls my age. Orgirlsin general.
“But I’ll guess the shooting someone is the lie,” Rowan adds.
Mimicking his words, I mutter through a grin. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Reaching back into his pocket and grabbing the pack of smokes again, he pulls two out, lighting them both at the same time, and handing me one.
“Did you really blow the housekeeper guy for this shit?” I ask when I can’t stand it anymore. His nosiness must be wearing off on me.
A shit-eating grin takes over his face, eyes squinting. “Sure, I did.”
Something about his tone as he says those words has me questioning him all over again. I genuinely can’t tell if he’s lying.
Quirking a brow, he asks, “Why? You jealous, Caspian?”
Rolling my eyes, I take a long, slow drag from the cigarette. Not for the first time, his rapid-fire questions annoy me, but his sweet, angelic voice makes it tolerable. “You fucking wish.”
He smiles at that, his eyes shining with mischief. “You want me to suck you off? Is that it?”
The words, paired with the sultry tone his voice has taken on, has my cock rousing behind my shorts. I don’t let anything show on my face, though. “I’m good.”
“You’re straight?”
“Didn’t say that.”
“Are you?”
Persistent little fucker, he is.
Dragging my gaze over to him, I put on my best bored expression. “No.”
I swear I see victory in his eyes when he hears that, like a fucking invitation. One I most certainly want to grant him, but not yet. Not before I can fuck with him a little more.
