Page 86 of Fun and Games
"What do I think about what?" I managed to say between breaths.
"Public sex." He gave me a wicked smirk. "Now that you've finally done it, you can make a proper decision about whether or not you're into it."
I groaned and rested my forehead on the table.
"I think I'm less into the 'public sex thing' and more into the 'you giving me orgasms' thing," I told him.
"Do you want to head home?" he asked with a glint in his eyes.
"Does heading home mean more orgasms?" I asked.
"It does."
"Then you better help me out of this booth," I said. "Because I don't think I can stand yet."
Thirty-Three
The stickin Lucky's mouth, more of a branch really, was comically large compared to his tiny body. That didn't stop him from dragging it across the park and dropping it at Mason's feet with a proud doggy smile.
"Good boy, Lucky," Mason said with a thorough rub of the puppy's neck.
"He's getting bigger," I noted. "A few weeks ago he wouldn't have even been able to pick up that stick."
"They grow up so fast," Mason said, feigning a wistful sigh. "More sparkling grape juice?" he asked, holding up a bottle.
We'd decided to spice up our usual trip to the dog park by having a picnic lunch. I'd brought the (pre-made and store-bought) sandwiches, and Mason had supplied the non-alcoholic wine alternative. And, of course, we'd brought puppy treats for Lucky.
"There has never been a more aptly named dog," I said.
"Maybe I should have called him something cool like Hunter or Rex," Mason said.
"No," I shook my head. "Lucky is perfect."
"I think I'm the lucky one," Mason said.
He turned away from the puppy and flashed me a smile. My heart fluttered sweetly in my chest.
"Are you going to think about getting a pet?" Mason said. "If you're not going to be traveling constantly, you could get a dog, too."
"I think I'm too lazy to be a dog owner," I said. "Daily walks, all that exercise? No thanks. Cats are more my style. They just sleep all day."
"You said your family had a cat, right?" Mason asked.
"Yeah, Fluffy," I said. "He was always more of my sister's pet. She's one of the few people he would actually play with."
"You said she was your older sister, but you never mentioned her name," Mason said.
"It's Sheila," I told him. I supposed I hadn't told him very much about my family. Only the bare bones that he had to know to understand my past with David, to understand why I couldn't stay at home.
"Were you close?" Mason asked.
"We fought sometimes, but we mostly got along," I replied. "She was always telling me what to do. I guess that's an older sister thing."
"I'm an only child so I never had that," Mason said. "Although Connor was close enough."
"Was he bossy?" I asked.
"Not bossy, so much," Mason replied. "He always expected to get his way no matter what. He could charm anyone into anything. I had to learn early on to stand up to him or I'd get steamrolled over. Came in handy when I started acting as his manager and needed to rein in the crazy, because someone sure needed to. Although I guess he has Quinn to do that now."
