The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7)(59)

“Fucker.” He jabbed his fist into my calf and I gasped more in surprise than from pain.

Damn, I was really going to have to get used to this guy camaraderie thing of beating the shit out of each other.

“Ow.” Scowling at him, I rubbed the sore spot, even though I was reassured in the fact that yeah, he definitely thought I was male. No way could I picture him doing that to a girl.

I kind of liked it, even though it stung like a son of a bitch. At least I knew he was completely okay with me and relaxed enough to be himself and fool around.

I was seeing the true Asher Hart, his guard completely down.

He narrowed his eyes at me, his sexy lips twitching with mischief. “Watching you eat those makes me wonder exactly what’s happened on this floor. You’re eating all that, you know.”

I paused chewing, then shrugged. And swallowed. It was such a guy thing to do, I was proud of myself, even though I made a mental note to gargle three times as long in the morning and brush twice.

Grumbling aloud, Asher crawled back onto his bed and picked up a notebook he’d been writing in.

“You’re always writing in that thing,” I said, more than curious what he was scrawling away so madly about.

“Hmm? Oh, it’s just lyrics,” he murmured in his distracted, concentrating-hard-on-something-else voice. “I pretty much always have to write something before I go to bed each night, otherwise I can never get to sleep with my brain constantly running.”

“No f*cking shit?” I said in surprise, feeling more connected to him than I knew I should. “I do that too.”

He glanced over, surprise making his eyebrows lift. “Really?”

To prove it, I leaned off the other side of the bed where my luggage was and unzipped it before tugging out my notebook. I waved it at him before fluttering the pages open to show him it was three-fourths full.

“No way,” he murmured, reaching out as if he just expected me to hand it over.

With a scowl, I slapped it back to my chest. “I don’t think so, Scooter.” I’d learned the hard way to never show my lyrics to another living soul. After Fisher had stolen my lines and used them to make Fish ’N’ Dicks’s one and only hit song, I was never going down that road again.

But Asher blinked at me as if I was insane.

So I cleared my throat. “I just...they’re all awful. So there’s no point in wasting your time even looking at them.”

“Whatever, man. I’ll be the judge of that. Besides, ninety percent of mine suck ass too. Now...gimme.”

When I merely shook my head stubbornly, he sent me a sexy grin. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

I snorted. “Honey, I just saw yours and let me say...holy f*cking wow. You win.”

Asher’s mouth fell open before he shook his head and murmured. “I can’t believe you just admitted that to me.”

I shrugged. “What? That you’re bigger? You’re the one who had no qualms of flashing your junk at me. So I’m just saying that was one impressive cock. Seriously, you should be proud of that monster. I mean, the first moment you came out of the bathroom, swinging it around, I just wanted to...you know, suck on it.”

When I wrapped my hands around air as if gripping a ginormous invisible penis, I realized what I was doing and what I’d just said. “I mean...” Oh holy hell, that had to be going too far, even for a gay guy.

I gaped at Asher, bracing for him to kick my ass or throw me out of our hotel room, or something, but he only threw back his head and laughed. “Holy shit, you are so f*cking funny. That has to be the gayest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Gulping, I cringed backward. “Yeah, sorry.”

“Meh, don’t worry about it.” Still laughing, he wiped tears from his eyes. “But, wow, you are definitely one hundred percent gay, aren’t you? I mean, you really prefer guys.”

“Um...yeah,” I drew out the word as if that shouldn’t be so hard to believe.

He shook his head. “That’s just so strange. You don’t even like boobs? I mean...boobs, man.” He feigned squeezing a pair. “They’re just so...” He made a hungry sound in his throat. “Breastly.”

I shrugged. “Eh.”

Still with the head-shaking, he studied me as if I was some odd, unnatural specimen. “Okay, fine. What about pussies then? Seriously, no way can you have a dick and turn your nose up at one of them. They’re all wet and warm and tight. They were freaking made to hold a cock, and they feel like heaven when you slide into one. And the flavor. Have you ever even tasted a *?”

I wrinkled my nose. “Eww. No.”

He lifted his hands. “Well, there’s your problem. You have no idea what you’re missing.”

Narrowing my eyes, I said, “Are you trying to turn me hetero?”

“No.” Then he laughed as if laughing at himself. “Well, I didn’t think I was. I was just trying to figure out what you didn’t like about women. They’re freaking perfect, all soft and feminine and good-smelling.” He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. “There’s nothing like sinking into one while you’re sucking a nipple into your mouth. And then warm, smooth legs go and wrap around your waist until she’s digging the heels of her feet into your ass. It’s just...nirvana.”