He flashed a devilish half grin. “I am. Want to know something wild?”
“Yeah…what?”
“I’m not sure that I like you, but I’m kind of obsessed with this queer sex stuff. I’ve done my homework every night since I left Elmwood. I started with basic definition and graduated to video tutorials. It’s been enlightening.”
I swallowed hard, my gaze tracking his tongue gliding across his lower lip. “I bet. So, you’re really fine with what happened…in the forest?”
“Fine is not the right word. I’m…horny.”
I snickered. “Good to know.”
“I’m not kidding. It’s been two weeks. I hoped the feeling would fade or that I’d be interested in hooking up with a woman, but…” Trinsky blew his cheeks out and released a slow stream of air. “My head is stuck in that tent. With you.”
My heart pounded against my rib cage. It was so like him to casually discuss our hump-and-grind fests over lunch with the soundtrack of screeching seagulls, giggling children, and a mishmash of music on the beach. There was so much static in the air and yet, he had my undivided attention.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t feel like baggage to me. I’m not afraid of it. I want it. The circumstances are tricky, though. You’re my only viable option and correct me if I’m wrong, but…I think I’m yours.”
I didn’t reply. Was he—did he want…did he want what I thought he wanted?
Shit, I was nervous. And that was crazy. This was Mason Trinsky, for fuck’s sake. He was an annoying asswipe who loved riling me up for no reason whatsoever. So what if he happened to be built like a Mack truck?
“So you’re playing nice with delicious Mexican food on a beautiful day at the beach to get in my pants,” I stated, proud that my voice didn’t crack or waver.
He flashed that wicked grin again. “Something like that. What do you think? Should we get this out of our systems? You can still hate me if you want. I won’t be offended.”
He wouldn’t be. Nothing would change between us.
This could be about physical release and sating mutual curiosity. Sure, it was strange that after years of putting sex on the back burner, I’d found myself drawn to Trinsky, but maybe that was because he elicited strong responses from me. I was calm and collected under pressure and yet…this guy always seemed to get to me.
Maybe Ineededto get this out of my system too.
A tingling sensation zinged at the base of my spine. Fuck, this wasn’t smart.
Or was it? There was no way in hell he’d tell anyone about this. I could trust him.
One more time.
“Let’s do it.”
15
TRINSKY
Seriously? No pushback? No wise words about bad decisions affecting our careers? No reminder that I was his least favorite person on the planet? I supposed there was no point in overstating the obvious…except, that was something Jake tended to do.
I tilted my chin curiously. “Just like that?”
“Yes. We have to decide how far we want to go, but?—”
“All the way.”
Jake widened his eyes. “Uh…all the way? I don’t think so. I mean, I guess I could top you if?—”
“No, no. It’ll be the other way around,” I intercepted, stacking plates on top of the platter as I stood. “I did the research and I’ve had anal experience with some women, so I probably know more about what goes where.”
He huffed in exasperation. “Dick in ass, asshole. Congratulations. You’re a genius.”
