“I’ll try my best.”
“Thank you.”
I stood, about to head to the dresser to throw on some clothes, when Lachlan looped his arm around me, pulling me back onto the bed.
“Don’t think I’m letting you off the hook. You promised to suck me off. And I expect you to fulfill your end of the bargain.”
I pinched my lips together. “Did I promise, though? I don’t believe I actually said, ‘Lachlan, I vow to suck you off.’”
“That’s the beauty about being in professional sports as long as I have. I’ve gotten quite familiar with contracts. Did you know that, even in the absence of express language, an offer can be inferred if an individual implies a readiness to perform a certain act?”
“Is that right?”
“The way I heard it, you absolutely implied a readiness to suck my cock.” He threaded his fingers through my hair. “And I absolutely accept that offer. One hundred fucking percent, beautiful.”
I threw my head back, laughing. After yesterday, it felt good to joke around with him. Felt good to be happy again.
The doorbell rang once more.
“Okay, you fiend.” I swatted him away. “Let’s go see what Ethan wants so we can come back up here and fulfill this ‘contract’.”
“Now you’re talking.”