Page 10 of Just Past Two

Her nostrils flared. “Okay, fine. It hasn’t been really exciting, no, but I don’t have a problem with it. People don’t just fuck like they’re newlyweds forever.”

It hadn’t even been that different when they were newlyweds, with Sam always trying to show Abby he respected her and would take good care of her. He waited, and the silence between them stretched out while she looked thoughtful and more than a little apprehensive. Finally, she looked back over at him. “But if you want to spice things up, I’m not opposed to it.”

Not opposed. That was a start. Not opposed was a far cry from how soaking wet she’d been when he’d fingered her on the porch at the reunion. But if she didn’t want to admit to it, he didn’t need to push. “How about if we forget the past entirely, and try this from another angle?”

She furrowed her brow, cautious. “Like what?”

The idea was slowly spinning itself up in his mind. “How about instead of you telling me about your past, we focus on the present? We could play a game.”

Abby pursed her lips. “What kind of game?”

“We each take turns sharing a sexual fantasy. Something we’d really like to try. And if the other person is interested, too, we make them come true.”

Abby tipped her head to the side. She relaxed her arms, so the blanket slipped down more, all the way off her breasts. “Are you just going to try to one-up me? Try to prove that you’re kinky?”

“I might be kinky. I don’t know.” He wouldn’t know unless he tried, right? Was that something people automatically knew about themselves? He needed her to at least try this, to let him show himself as more than whatever boring stick-in-the-mud she must consider him to be. “But I know that I’m interested in spicing things up with you, and this is one way to do that.”

“What if one of us comes up with something the other one doesn’t want to do?” she asked.

“We don’t do it.” That seemed obvious. “The game ends whenever we want it to. There’s no winner or loser or anything.” Even saying it, though, he knew that was only a half-truth. He would be game for whatever she threw at him, no matter what. She might try to call his bluff, but he wasn’t bluffing. There might not be a winner or loser, officially, but he was going to win. She would see that she hadn’t made a mistake choosing him. He could be as adventurous as she wanted.

“All right.” She nodded. “You’re on.”

…

For a few moments, they looked at each other. He was going to look away first, for sure, and Abby kept a hard stare on Sam. This game was…interesting. Definitely out of character for him. She almost felt bad for him. She could unload the big guns right away, pull out one of her really fucked-up fantasies and get him to call everything off, but she didn’t want to totally freak him out. Maybe she’d lob him some kind of softball, some fantasy that pushed the envelope a little.

Before she could come up with anything, though, he said, “I’ll start.”

“Oh?” Another surprise. Something uneasy settled in her stomach. Maybe he had a secret side, too, like she did. Was that even possible? How much did she not know about Sam? But no. He was a pretty easy-to-read guy. Transparent, direct, these were qualities she valued in him from the day they’d met. After college, she’d had enough of games for a lifetime. How ironic that now they were turning back to another one.

“Yeah. I have to think about it first, though.” He grinned at her and stripped off his shirt. Damn, that line of muscles was always enough to distract her from anything she was doing at the moment. He went to CrossFit so often, his body was built lean and strong. He was hard where she was soft, every inch of him a complement to her plump curves.

It wasn’t just his body, though. She was definitely turned on at the idea of this game. “So you don’t have a fantasy just ready to lay on me?”

“Nope.” He moved closer, crawling on his hands and knees until he was face-to-face with her. This room had suddenly grown much hotter.

“You think I’m just going to fuck you now?” she teased.

“Yeah. I do.” He tipped his head to the side. “Because I think the idea of this game has you as hot as I am.” With his eyes locked on hers, he inched the sheet down, baring the rest of her body, and carefully dipped his fingers into the folds between her legs.

Abby’s eyelids fluttered, mouth falling open in a sigh. Little ripples of pleasure floated up her spine. He never went right at her like this; he always built up to it with kisses and more gentle touches. This was foreign, bold, and she was soaking wet.

“You like this,” he said, voice tinged with wonder.

“Mm-hmm.” She smiled in acquiescence, scooting down the bed to lie on her back. His fingers were dancing over her clit enough to muddle her brain.

“You think you’ve got me figured out, don’t you?”

Abby opened her eyes at his question. Sam lay beside her, propped up on one elbow, his expression curious. She didn’t answer, instead tucking an arm behind her head. She lifted one leg, bending it at the knee, giving him more access to her clit. “I don’t know. Maybe you’ll surprise me.”

He quirked an eyebrow. Lost in those eyes, she gasped at a sudden feeling of fullness making her muscles twitch. His fingers slid deep inside her, more than usual, probably three, wide and thick and definitely more than she was expecting. “Fuck,” she gasped, catching her breath. “Yeah, that’s a surprise.” Her light chuckle made her clench around his fingers, taking her breath away once more.

“Tell me what you like.” Sam’s fingers shifted, curling, pressing up against her G-spot, making her see stars again. “Pretend this is the first time.”

So he was going to make her talk. This wasn’t what they normally did; if they talked during sex, it was playful or joking, fun instead of intense. His expression was deadly serious, though, his eyes dark with arousal.

“Well, I like that.” She tried to laugh, but pressure on her clit turned that laugh into a moan. The heel of his hand pressed against her, rubbing just like he had when he’d fingered her on the deck.