It was my turn to draw a card. Acting something out now, with a semi in my pants and Lexi’s touch still burning my skin, was a laughable endeavor, if not a cruel one.
And that was before I saw my fucking card.
I groaned and took a healthy drink of my whiskey, knowing I’d need it for this bullshit. With a withering sigh, I pulled the rubber band out of my hair, shook out the strands, and mimed holding a blow dryer in front of my face.
“Caitlyn Jenner!”
“Jason Mamoa wannabe!”
“It’s an action, you assholes,” I growled.
“Auditioning for a L’Oréal commercial?”
That one sent the women into hysterical laughter.
“Seriously?” I bit out. “Stop being dumbasses. You guys know the answer.”
Cris took a break from laughing and wheezed, “Blow-drying your hair.”
I tossed the card at his face. “Fuck all of you.”
Both sides broke into more laughter, while I cursed all of them under my breath.
My eyes found Lexi again as I shoved my hair back to re-tie it.
My hands paused.
Her lips were parted. Her chest was heaving. Her eyes were glazed.
Goddammit, no.
I wouldn’t be able to withstand this. Withstand what was flashing in bright neon letters all over her face.
My wife was ready to fuck.
And those ocean eyes said she wanted me.
He. Was. A. God.
Seriously. A Norse god. Or a character from Game of Thrones. Or a reincarnated Viking warrior. All that was missing was his blood-stained sword and heavy coat fashioned from animal furs.
Nico finished tying off his hair, his movements slow, his focus on me laser sharp and—
Burning with lust.
Desire pooled in my belly. When my thighs involuntarily clenched, I berated myself for wearing a dress instead of jeans or even shorts. Anything that would have provided more friction. How I was going to get through the rest of the evening without catching on fire from his heated stares, I didn’t know.
Before I knew it, it was back to me to draw a card. I groaned up at the ceiling as soon as I read it.
Are you kidding me right now?
I got…putting on a condom.
Apparently, the universe knew I couldn’t stop thinking about Nico’s dick.
The time started and I froze. The only thing I could think to do was hold two fingers up, miming a penis, and act like I was rolling something down it.
“What the— Breaking your finger?”
“Masturbating?”
Chuckles rippled through the surrounding crowd.
“I have absolutely no idea.”
How the hell was I supposed to do this! Time was running out, and my mind was blank.
Although there was one obvious tactic.
I didn’t want to do it, considering what happened last time, but my competitiveness demanded action. Barging right on through my embarrassment, I rushed back over to Nico, who hadn’t taken his eyes off me.
I kept my focus on the girls as my hand lowered to the bulge in his trousers. A bulge that looked to be pressing up against his zipper a lot more insistently. My hand hovered over his shaft as I tried to mime the action of rolling on a rubber.
“Getting a hand job?”
Gia gagged.
I blushed super hard, especially when several people in the crowd whistled and clapped.
This time, I added the action of opening something with my teeth and then rolling it down his length. Even though I desperately wanted to wrap my fingers around his girth and massage it until I squeezed the pleasure out of him, I avoided making any physical contact.
“Condom!” Jasmine screamed. “Putting on a condom!”
“Yes!”
The whole crowd burst into applause. Even the guys laughed and clapped for us.
Nico wasn’t among them.
He looked like he was two seconds away from turning into a sex-crazed Mr. Hyde.
Or just ripping off my dress and plunging inside me in the middle of this bar.
It was Nico’s turn, but he barely glanced at the card he drew. He gave a half-arse attempt at acting it out, keeping his fervent gaze glued to me all the while.
His distraction secured our win.
Gia took my hand and raised my arm above my head. “Let’s hear it for Lexi! The Charades Queen!”
The entire bar erupted into cheers.
The victory came with a free round of drinks, free T-shirts, and our team’s picture posted on the bar’s Facebook and Instagram pages. I almost balked at that. Then I realized I had no need to be worried about posting in real time tonight. I wasn’t alone. Regardless of the fact that Nico and I had spent ninety percent of our time together sniping at each other, I knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to me.