Page 76 of The Draft
“Is that your way of saying you want to come home with me?” I bit my bottom lip, looking over to the shelves with hockey sticks hanging from them. It didn’t matter that we’d had sex before, or he’d just licked my most intimate parts. I still felt a little shy and awkward about asking for what I wanted.
“Maybe you could come to mine since it offers a little more privacy than the two pizza boxes you have.”
He seemed like he was ready to say yes, but then he dropped his head, and I knew he was going to reject my offer.
“I wish I could, but we’re going to Hockeyfest in the morning, so I've got to be up early.”
“Hockeyfest?” I tried to mask my frown with a smile, but Dash knew me. He could see I was disappointed. Hockeyfest. With my brother.
“There are plenty of things we could do before leaving here, then. Door’s locked.”
He chuckled humorlessly. “Not if I want this boner to go down before anyone sees it and wonders why I’m getting hard over a box of pucks.”
He grabbed a box behind me, moved it to the side and shook it. I didn’t care about the pucks. I was more interested in what was going on in his pants and if there was any way that I could have a look at it.
Squealing, I dropped my hands to his sweats. “Can I see it?” I didn’t care that I sounded overly eager. I’d seen the bulge plenty of times, even felt it inside me, but I’d never actually seen him.
“Can you see what?”
“Your boner.” I bit my bottom lip, holding off a giggle as my face flushed. “I’ve never seen one that wasn’t online.”
“What are you talking about? We had sex a month ago.”
“I know, but I didn’t look at it in fear that the sheer size of it would make me want to stop the entire thing. The only ones I’ve actually seen were online, and they didn’t look real. They’re all shaved and perfect. It looked so staged.”
Dash paused, really taking in what I was saying. “Madison, are you trying to tell me you watch porn online?”
I shrugged my shoulders because being honest with him felt right at this point. He had just tasted the most intimate part of me, after all. “Not much, but every now and again, I find myself going down the rabbit hole. I have needs like everyone else.”
Dash crushed his eyes shut, silently cursing to himself. “Of course, you look at porn.”
“The porn I watch is tame, really. It’s just straightforward sex and doesn’t really get me off on its own. I think it’s because it’s not really catered to women, you know? And I’m always questioning the ethicalness of it, so it really takes me out of the zone.” Dash wasn’t talking, but he was breathing heavily with his eyes closed, so I thought I’d try to soften the admission. “It’s nothing compared to the dick pics that find their way into my DMs.”
He growled and pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed. “Guys send you dick pics, too?”
“Daily. I don’t get why they think that will make a girl want to date them, though. I mean, seriously. This one guy covered his little friend in glitter and laid it out on his kitchen counter. Told me he was a unicorn and asked if I wanted a ride.” Dash’s face looked as disgusted as I felt when I first received the message. “All I could think about was how unhygienic the whole thing was, and also, what’s he going to do after he’s taken the picture? Glitter is a bitch to get off at the best of times, and surely, that’s a one-way route to a UTI.”
“How did he stick the glitter on?”
I crinkled my forehead, surprised he was interested. “You don’t want to know what he told me.” I shivered in his arms, and I could tell Dash was really thinking about everything I’d just admitted.
“Anyway, besides agreeing that you will block every account that’s sent you dick pics, I really do need to take you home.”
Leaving him when we’d just made this progress felt like torture, so I took his shirt and pulled him back toward me.
“You sure I can’t tempt you with a kiss goodbye?” I gently kissed his lips. “One where I’m on my knees?” I raised my brows, throwing him a flirty smile.
“Don’t tempt me with a good time.” Growling, he grabbed my ass and pulled me up so high that I was forced to wrap my legs aroundhis waist. He dropped his forehead to mine and closed his eyes as if he was in agony. “As much as I’ve thought about all the things I want to do to you, they’re going to have to wait. I can’t risk missing this bus.”
“Wait untilafterour date?”
“After,” he said lightly. “Before. During. We’ll have to see how good of a girl you are while I’m away.”
“Good girl?” I raised my brow, remembering last time he said that. Was Dash into that? I tried to suppress as smile when I said, “I can be your good girl.”
Bending me backward, Dash grinned and kissed me. Long and slow. I felt like a damn near princess in his arms. He swallowed my sigh with another kiss, and I felt dizzy knowing that this was only the beginning. Finally, Dash and I were able to be comfortable and real with each other.
As we pulled away, knowing that we were going to have to eventually leave, he squeezed my hand. “Come on, I should walk you home before it gets too late, and we blow our cover.”