Page 51 of My Weakness

When did he get so conceited? He’s not wrong, though. Damn it.

“What are my best friend’s names?”

“Bella, Mia and Harper. And Bella’s engaged to Reed.”

Fuck’s sake!

“What pet have I always wanted?”

“A cat, but not until you live in a house.”

“What am I allergic to?” I’m pretty sure I’ve got him with this one.

“Nothing. Nice try.” He laughs as I groan in frustration, I thought I could trick him with that one.

“What’s my favorite board game?”

“Monopoly, but I don’t know why because you’re still yet to win and you’re a sore loser.”

“I am not!”

“Remember Christmas last year?” he raises an eyebrow at me.

“You cheated!” I shout.

“No, you lost.”

Okay, time to play dirty.

“What’s my favorite sex position?”

“Oh, baby, now we’re talking.” He grins at me. “Any and all that involve me, but you love to be taken from behind; I can get real deep that way. You’re also becoming a very big fan of anal.” His voice has taken on a husky quality, he’s turned on.

Perfect.

“Last one,” I rasp. “What’s my favorite thing to do while in a car?”

“Play games you’ll never win.”

“Wrong,” I whisper. My hands find the button on his jeans and pop it open. “It’s sucking my boyfriend off.”

“Fuuck,” he groans as I push his boxers down and free his thick, hard cock.

River

I nearly crashed the damn car. It’s one of the most important weekends of our lives and we nearly didn’t make it because my girl sucks cock like a pro. What a way it would have been to go, though. Christ, if she doesn’t make me see stars every damn time she sucks my cum right out of me.

“Oh! We’re going to the vineyard,” she gasps from beside me as we pull into the driveway.

“Yeah, baby, kind of feels like our place.” She’d have definitely clocked our destination sooner if she hadn’t had her head buried in my crotch for half the journey.

“I love that. We should try and get out here a few times a year.”

“Sounds perfect to me.” And it does, hell I’d marry her here this weekend if it wasn’t for the fact that I know she dreams of a big white wedding.

“Are we booked in for dinner?” she asks as I get our bags out of the trunk.

“Yeah, we’ve got a bit of time before we need to be back down, though.”