Page 60 of When We Were Reckless
“Try me.”
“Declan’s moved back home.”
I kind of figured that out after the way he’d crashed our little party for two last night and left his duffel bags on the kitchen floor. If he’d shown up a few minutes earlier, he would have gotten a hell of a show. Thankfully, he hadn’t seen me going down on his baby sister. He’d strode right past us and dove in the pool. My cue to get the hell out of there.
“And why is that a problem? You think your house isn’t big enough for both of you?” I joked.
“It’s not. He’ll get all up in my business. Last night, I wanted to do more… I wanted to….”
“What did you want to do?” I knew what she’d wanted, but sick fuck that I was, I wanted to hear her say it. “What did you want to do?” I asked again.
“You know…”
“Not really. No idea what you’re talking about.” She exhaled loudly. “Say it.”
“I wanted to see you… touch you… taste you,” Quinn said, her voice low.
“See what? Touch what? Taste what? I thought you wanted to be a writer. Use your words.”
She huffed out a breath. “Your…” She cleared her throat and averted her gaze. “Penis.”
A laugh burst out of me. “Mypenis? I haven’t heard that word since Sex Ed in middle school.”
“Ugh.” She reached across the center console and smacked my arm. “Stop making fun of me.”
“Nobody says penis.”
“I just did. It’s a penis.”
“Is that what you call it in this story you’re writing? Do you say… I want to touch his penis. I want him to put his penis inside my…vagina?”
“No.”
I glanced at her. She was blushing. It was so fucking cute that I couldn’t stop teasing her. “Oh, wait. Do you use other words? His throbbing member?” She shook her head and pursed her lips, barely holding in her laughter. “His joystick? His trouser snake? Oh, I know.” I snapped my fingers. “You call it a hot sausage, don’t you?”
She burst out laughing. “Oh my God. Ew. No. Who calls it that?”
“The same people who use the words penis and vagina, probably.”
“What should I call it?”
“It’s your book. Call it anything you want. Unless you’re asking for my help to write the sex scenes? Do you need my help, Bean?”
“You’re not allowed to call me Bean.”
“Then say it. Tell me what you wanted to do last night.”
“No.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Okay, Bean. Your call, Little Bean.”
“You’re such an ass,” she said, but she was laughing.
I flicked on my turn signal and waited for the light to change before turning into the medical complex and pulling into a parking space right near the entrance.
“We have twenty minutes to kill,Bean. And we’re not getting out of this truck until you say it.”
“I don’t have to say it.”
