Page 53 of Sinful Like Us
Ass.
Freckles. Cheeks. Legs.
Arms.
Hands.
Breasts. Nipples.
Curve of her neck.
Brain.
I race down literally every inch of this girl. I love every part of Jane,but I can’t say that. They’ll just see it as a cop out.
Goddammit, hurry up and choose.
I land on safe non-sexual territory, and I answer, “Her heart.”
Jane smiles.
Beckett makes awhat the fuckface. “So you’re not physically attracted to her?”
I shake my head, a hot breath coiled in my chest. I’m not seeing theexitsign inside this burning building. “You want me to embarrass your sister and say a body part?”
“Jane’s fine,” Tom defends. “Right?”
“I am,” she nods, but she’s tense as hell beside me.
I’m not shouting that I love her pussy.Not withTonyin earshot. Not so he can shit-talk to Epsilon about her body for the next however many months.
At the risk of pissing off Beckett, I never retract or backtrack. “I said my favorite.”
He looks concerned for Jane. Like her sexual needs aren’t being met.He has no clue.
I would love to carry her out to the limo and fuck her in the backseat for three hours.
Jane cups her hands. “His ass is my favorite.”
I kiss the top of her head, and after Eliot incinerates the card, they tell us to flip a third one. We decide on a middle card together.
Jane overturns it.
Eat the hearts of many rabbits.
Gut reaction, I almost laugh. “Real rabbit?”
“One pound each,” Charlie says in reply.
Tom drops a plastic takeout carton on the table. Gotta hand it to the Cobalts. They don’t fuck around. It also dawns on me that these cards are an elaborate, twisted game of Truth or Dare.
I can put down a 48oz steak no problem. Jane, on the other hand, isn’t as big of a carnivore. She eats burnt hockey pucks for burgers.
Jane mutters to herself, “It’s just a little rabbit. You like cooked goose.” I listen to my girlfriend’s pep talk while I pop the lid.
I grit down, the gamey stench of meat hitting my nostrils like a slap to the face.
Jane pinches her nose. “Is it raw?”
