He puts the instrument off to the side. “That’s an acoustic bass.” He gives me a crooked cocky grin.
“Well, I know nothing about musical instruments, but whatever it is, I seriously have no words for how beautiful that was. It was just … wow. Seriously.”
“Thanks. Music is a big part of my life. If you want to hear beautiful, you should hear Lukas play the violin.”
“The violin? Really? I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone play the violin in person.”
“He fuckin’ rocks it. He can play metal songs on it too. It’s pretty wild.”
“I hope I get to hear him play someday. Maybe you could play some more for me?”
He cracks his neck to the side with an audible pop. “Yeah. Maybe later.”
“Do you feel better? Your headache, I mean.”
“I do. How do you feel? Are you sore?”
“Sore?” I’m not sure what he’s asking me.
He bends his knee up and leans his arm on it. “Yeah. I rammed you pretty hard last night.”
My pussy immediately quivers at his words. Sweet Jesus. Who asks questions like that?
“Um, a little bit, but it’s all right.”
He stares at me intently and chews on a toothpick he’s got hanging out of his mouth. “I’m not good at slow and easy.”
“Maybe you just need to practice.” The words come out before I consider that he’ll take that as a challenge.
An evil but sexy smile spreads across his lips and I know that’s exactly what he’s thinking.
“Soon your gifts will be here, and I’ll have a lot in store for you.”
“More ramming, I assume?”
He throws his head back and laughs. “You’re such a little smart-ass, ya know that? I’m starting to like it. And yeah, there will be some ramming, but a lot more than that.”
I’m not sure if I should be worried about this or not. I’m definitely intrigued.