The game continued on, each question ridiculous, yet harmless. Stealing, skinny dipping, and evading arrest. Then it got back to Layla. That beautiful, frustrating—had my best interests at heart but needed to calm the fuck down—woman stared hard at Garrett before cutting her eyes to me and blurting, “Never have I ever, gone the last five years without fucking someone.”
Sarah and Harry set their cups on the table, cracking up like it was the most ridiculous question to be asked all night. But it was the heated pair of eyes I could feel on the side of my face that had my heart picking up speed and a flush creeping up my neck.
With as straight of a face as I could maintain, I downed an overly large amount of wine.
Rick coughed, his eyes widening comically. “Wait, I thought you only got divorced like three years ago?”
“I did.”
“What, you just didn’t sleep with your husband for two years?” he asked.
“We were separated for a while before I was finally able to file for divorce.”
Sarah stared at me like I’d grown another head, and she wasn’t the only one. “You seriously haven’t had sex in five years?” She pointed to her husband, “I’d fucking explode if we went that long, and not in the good way, obviously.”
Garrett grimaced at the visual of his sister-in-law he clearly didn’t appreciate, but he was looking straight at me. “You said finally able to file. Why couldn’t you file before then?”
My grip on my cup tightened, and I cursed myself when his eyes caught the movement. Giving him a practiced smile, I said, “That’s not how the game works, and it’s not your turn.”
Layla leaned forward. “Oh, stop. He’s just curious because you’re hot as sin and none of it makes sense.”
I opened my mouth to defend myself, but she plowed on. “She stayed married and faithful to Aaron’s stupid ass for two years because he was deployed. Bullshit, if you ask me. If anyone deserved to be dropped in the dirt, it was that motherfucker.”
I reached down, pinching the tender flesh of her thigh. She yelped, flinching away from me. I could literally feel the weight of Garrett assessing me, and I met his gaze, putting a challenge in my own. His mouth parted, but Rick spoke first.
“Never have I ever done butt stuff.”
I’d never been so thankful for a change in conversation, and I nearly burst out laughing when Harry looked pointedly at his untouched drink and sighed before then looking at his wife.
Deciding it couldn’t be more embarrassing than what I’d already admitted, I reached forward, fully intending on chugging the rest of my wine and saying to hell with the consequences. I knew Garrett was watching me, he’d never stopped, and the heat was setting me aflame.
I dared a glance, feeling my heart pick up when his eyes tracked my movement. Setting the cup against my lips, I was not at all prepared for him to reach forward and grab his own cup. Holy fucking hell. Did that mean he’d done it to someone else or…
The people around us disappeared, I didn’t even know if anyone else moved to take a drink. I was entrapped by the man across from me, nearly convulsing in my seat as molten lava poured in my core. The cobwebs that’d been covering my libido were long gone, burned up as if they’d never existed.
Not once did he break eye contact with me as we each tipped our heads back. The roll of his throat as he swallowed was possibly one of the most erotic things I’d ever witnessed, and I was suddenly too hot in my own skin. If he’d been able to touch me, just one touch, I might have shattered right there at the table.
And by the way his nostrils flared, he knew it.
Fuck.
Chapter Fourteen
I was death.