Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

Walker: What's worse?

Iris: You don't seem like the type who bruises easily.

Walker: Hmm.

Iris: I'm doing it again, aren't I?

Walker: If the… what the hell defines a shrink?

Iris: A "Hmmm, interesting, tell me more," a couch, and a box of tissues?

Walker: That's quite the stereotype.

Iris: That's what you're looking for.

Walker: You go to therapy?

Iris: You really don't have game.

Walker: Shit? I'm not supposed to ask babes about therapy either?

Iris: I'm pretty sure that's a hard no.

Walker: Damn. You're blowing my mind.

Iris: Am I?

Walker: No. But you… well, I have enough game to know babes don't like the words "blow job."

Iris: We don't.

Walker: Why is that?

Iris: It isn't sexy.

Walker: You prefer "suck me off"?

I swallow hard.

Walker: If it's not a barked order?

Iris: I'm not sure.

Walker: What if it is?

Uh…

Heat pools between my legs. I don't get it. I don't like being ordered around.

Or maybe…

Maybe I just didn't like it with Ross.

Maybe with Walker, it's different.

We've only been together once, and I already know everything is different with Walker.

Walker: I'll have to try it out.