Page 38 of Badd Love
He grinned. "Couple of my cousins are softball athletes. I used to go to their games all the time."
“To support your cousins or to ogle the other girls?" I asked, grinning.
"Bit of both. Softball girls havespectacularasses."
I snickered. "You have an ass obsession."
"Maybe. I just appreciate a nice big butt."
I frowned at him. "Are you saying I have a fat ass, Dane Badd?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely."
I glared at him. “You're lucky you're hot and that I'm not insecure. Tell just about any other girl that she's got a fat ass and you're likely to end up with a split lip."
“To be clear, though, I didn't say 'fat', I said ‘big.’ They’re not the same thing.”
"Not any better, in our minds. Hate to break it to you."
"Plump?"
"Bzzzzzt. Wrong again."
"Juicy?"
I tipped my head to one side. “That I can accept."
"Linz," he started, his tone serious.
"No."
He snorted. “You don't know what I'm going to ask."
"You can't eat my asshole, Dane."
"I mean, let me get you in the shower and I’ll wash that thing till it's squeaky clean and then eat it till you beg me to stop." Pause. "But that's not what I was going to say, you nasty girl."
"I'mnasty?"
"Youbrought it up."
"I was joking."
"I wasn't."
I frowned at him. "You really would?"
"Sure. I mean, I'd try it once, at least. You don't know if you'll like something till you try it. I never thought I'd let anyone putanythingin my bungus, but here we are. I let you put your finger all up in there, and I liked it. So yeah, if you asked me to, I’d eat your ass."
I shook my head. "Good to know, but no. Fingering? Yes. I'd let you finger me. But eating it? Nah. Even clean, that just seems like a good way to get, like, pink eye or…dysentery or whatever it is."
"I don't think it's dysentery. That's what you die of inOregon Trail, and something tells me people weren't eating ass until they died on the Oregon Trail."
"Oregon Trail? Are you a fucking millennial now?"
He rolled his eyes at me. "When I was ten or eleven, Papa Lucas cleaned out a storage unit he'd been holding onto for, like, twenty years. Lots of old shit in there from when Rem, Ram, and Rome were kids, including this old desktop computer. He found out that it still worked, and he had all these old computer games, like on the big floppy disks from the olden days. He brought it over to our house and showed us how to use it, and me and Dunc used to spendhoursevery weekend playing those old games. Oregon Trail, Carmen San Diego, and this weird typing practice game with a rocket ship or something."
"Okay, hold on. Who's Papa Lucas, and who are Rem, Ram, and Rome?"
