Page 52 of Ignited

“We were drunk.”

“And what were you throwing into the kitty in this poker game?”

Boomer looked at her, a grin spreading across his face. “Did you seriously just ask me what I put into the kitty?” He shook his head. “And you being the last kitty I put it in. How quickly you forget. I’m crushed.” He gave her a fake leer and reached towards his zipper. “Want to see it again?”

She did want to see it again. She wanted to see it a lot, but she was still weak and she was afraid if they had sex again, she might get all emotional. The idea of being with Boomer felt different right now, when she was dependent on him, than it had before.

But she just said, “Keep it in your pants, perv. If I want your dick I’ll ask for it.”

“Fine. If that’s the way you feel, I’m taking my glitter dick back, too.”

She snatched it out of RoomBubba’s mechanical hand. “Oh, no. RoomBubba gave it to me, and it’s mine.”

“What?” he said, pretending to be dismayed. “You’re choosing the glitter dick over me? I’m shocked. Outraged. Now you’re going to have to beg to see this dick again.”

“Hah,” she said, settling down on her pillows and picking up her sandwich. “You should be so lucky.”

Boomer just smiled, and then unexpectedly leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

Maybe she was the one who was lucky.

Chapter 22

Before the spell, DB had told Boomer that Karisma might not be able to get out of bed for a few days.

It had now been almost a fucking week, and she still was too tired to stay up for more than a few minutes. She was so tired she usually wasn’t even pissed off about it.

Which was what worried Boomer the most.

He tried to keep both their minds off it, mostly by finding new and different things for her to watch on TV—before she fell asleep again.

“What’s your favorite TV show?” he’d asked her the first day she could stay awake, sitting beside her in bed with a bowl of popcorn on their laps.

She shrugged. “I haven’t watched much lately. I didn’t have a TV.”

“Well, we have to fix that. Even Bro’s caught up on Malory’s Peak and Wild Wolf Lake.” At least her sad lack of TV history gave Boomer more options for keeping her occupied while she recovered. “Oh my gods, so many things you’ve missed. And how do you watch sports if you don’t have a TV?”

Somebody please tell him she wasn’t a sports hater.

“Duh,” she said. “I go to bars. Pick fights when my team loses.”

Now that was an attitude he could get behind. He patted her leg through the covers. “That’s my wild tiger girl. What’s your favorite sport? And be careful how you answer, because I can always reprogram RoomBubba to take your glitter dildo away. Not that you ever use it.”

She was still too tired even for an orgasm. That was just sad.

“Excuse me?” she said. “My glitter dildo is safe, because my answer is the one and only correct one. If you have the bad taste not to like the only real sport, RoomBubba and I are finding another hotel with more stars.”

“Uh huh.” Boomer took a handful of popcorn. He’d done good this time—it was only a little burned. “You can’t walk more than twenty feet, and RoomBubba doesn’t even have feet. His little rollers would get stuck in the snow.”

She snorted, and he grinned at her. “Okay. Name the best sport ever, on three. One, two, three.” They both said simultaneously, “Hockey.”

“Yes!” Boomer held up his hand, and they high-fived.

“What’s your team?” he asked her.

“The Penguins. Sidney Crosby’s been my boyfriend for ages, only he doesn’t know it. Which is probably why he never calls.” She turned to Boomer. “And if you’re an Islanders fan, you can just get out of my bed right now.”

“Colorado Avalanche all the way, baby. Also, again, this is my bed, and Sidney Crosby is never setting a single buttcheek on my mattress. It’s me, the dildo or nothing. That’s descending order of size, by the way.”