Kiss and Don't Tell(66)

“I thought about it.”

“I knew it.” She shakes her head and walks up to me, placing her hand on my chest. “Is your plan to get super handsy today?”

“Isn’t that always the plan?” I ask, resting my hand on her hip.

“As long as I’m able to reciprocate, then I’m good with it.”

“Babe, feel free to touch anything you want, at any time.”

She tilts her head to the side. “You called me babe.”

“Yeah, got a problem with that?”

She shakes her head. “Just never been called babe before, that’s all. I like it.”

Not that I want to bring the fucker up, but I ask, “Josh never called you babe?”

“No. He thought it was asinine—his words not mine. Why call me a nickname when I have a real name?”

“What a tool,” I mutter as I go to the clubs and pick out a driver. “Do you want to drive first?”

“No, I want to watch you first and then you can teach me.”

“Works for me.” I step up to the tee, place a ball on it, and then I set up in front of it. I explain while I get into position. “Feet should be shoulder distance apart. And your arms aren’t really driving through the ball, but rather your hips and shoulders are doing the work. It’ll feel awkward at first, but you’ll get the hang of it.”

I set up, and then I bring the club back and swing forward. The ball shoots off the tee and smacks into the screen, rolling off across the floor while the simulator takes over, showing my ball onscreen as it soars down the fairway.

“Okay, that’s really cool.” She comes up next to me. “So, the simulator just knows how hard you’ve hit it?”

“Yup, and then it places you on the hole based on how you’ve hit the ball. It gets pretty addictive.”

“I can see that.” She walks up to the clubs. “Okay, what should I pick up?”

I select a club for her and say, “This would work. We’re pretty close to the hole because of my superior drive, so you’re going to have to chip it to the green.”

“Is that like a half swing or something?”

“Pretty much,” I answer. “Now get into position.”

She stands in front of the starting position, I place the ball in front of her, and then I move behind her.

I smooth my hands down her arms to where her hands grip the club.

“Mmm, I knew you were going to straddle me like this. You can move your pelvis closer to my butt, though. Don’t be shy.” She wiggles her butt and I chuckle.

“Trying to be respectful.”

“Forget respect. Make me feel good with your golf skills.”

“If that’s the case . . .” I move in closer and press my dick right up against her ass.

“Yup, just like that.” She wiggles against my cock.

“Hey,” I say in a stern voice. I’m actually surprised. She’s way more comfortable, flirty, than I thought she’d be. I’m glad, though. “Unless you want this to turn into naked golf, watch what you do with that sexy ass of yours.” I smack her ass and she lets out a little yelp, which makes me smile. “Now, focus. This is how you want to grip the club.” I show her and she mimics my position. “Now you’re going to want to bring the club back to about this height and then drive forward.”

I give her a few practice swings with me and then pull away.

“So, just hit it?”

“Yup, just hit it.”

“Okay.” She takes a deep breath, shifts her feet, and then she pulls the club back and swings. “Where did it go?” she asks. “The screen isn’t moving.”

Holding back my chuckle is next to impossible. “You—you missed the ball.”

“What?” She looks down and sees the ball at her feet. “Oh.” She lets out a hearty laugh. “Well, that’s not productive.”

“We’ll call it a practice swing. Try again. This time, keep your eye on the ball as you swing.”

“Right, okay.” She takes another deep breath, brings the club back, and then swings forward, this time connecting with the ball and sending it onto the green, just a few feet from the hole.

“Winnie, holy shit.”

“Was that good?” she asks, looking for confirmation.

“Really fucking good.”

She tosses the club in the air and then runs and jumps up on me, cinching her legs around my waist. I catch her with ease and then stare at her as she cups the back of my head.

She stares down at me and says, “I don’t precisely know what I’m doing, but the celebration seemed necessary.”

I laugh. “You could kiss me. That’s what usually happens when a human jumps into another human’s arms.”

“A celebratory kiss.” She leans down and presses the lightest of kisses across my mouth. It’s so brief that I barely have time to open my eyes before she’s back on the ground and picking up the club she tossed.

“Hey, that wasn’t a very long kiss.”

She claps her hands together. “We have a game to play, Pacey. We’re not here to make out on the green. We’re here to win.”

I sigh and walk over to the clubs to select a putter. “Why do I feel as if I just created a monster?”