To be fair, I was six-seven with about three-hundred pounds of pure, hard muscle—I had to be with all the shit that was thrown at me. I threw back at it by breaking my body at the gym. After Holly, I didn’t feel the need to be some sculpted sex doll like Que. I wanted mass, bulk, and a “bubbly” personality to persuade everyone to leave me the fuck alone.
Apparentlythis girldidn’t understandthat.
“Get. Off,” I grunted.
“I’m trying, silly!” She giggled and rubbed her hips over my dick, and I groaned.
“C’mon, Rue-Rue. She’s like a Christmas tree!” Que chimed in from the peanut gallery.
“You mean the pathetic shrub in her living room…?” I ground out.
“Yeah, she sparkles on the outside. She’s kinda dead on the inside, and she looks good with balls on her!” Que snickered, and I bit my lip when she rubbed against me harder.
Fuck, it had been so fucking long since a chick bounced on my cock. And this bitch could handle a third of it. Just a little less than Que himself.
“Hey, I have an idea, boys,” Nickie said, her green eyes flickering in a way that admittedly got me harder.
“Oh yeah? What’s that, Red?” Of course Que heardgameand perked up like a salivating mutt, his tongue out and his dick wagging.
“A sexy game. For the holidays, ya know? Gran always said the best way to spread holiday cheer was by?—”
“—spreading your legs and assaulting sleeping men?” I finished for her, but Nickie laughed like it was what she meant to say all along.
“C’mon, sourpuss,” Que whined, already pulling his dick out of his underwear and reaching for my hand.
I hesitated when he put my palm on Nickie’s bare chest. Her breasts were amazing if I were being honest with myself—better than Holly’s deflated balloons, that was for sure. “Listen, I think we should?—”
“Okay! Truth or dare, Que?” Nickie squealed and clapped her hands together.
Que stroked himself absently and watched me as he answered, “Dare.”
Nickie giggled, looking mischievous while doing someweird dance on my lap. “Youkisshim!” She gestured a finger between us.
The girl didn’t know our… relations. So she must have thought she was being fucking sneaky. Que and I were thinking the same thing, because he cocked a grin that said it all before gripping my throat and bringing my lips against his in a dominating kiss.
Normally I fought the fucker for control. But tonight, with this flighty feeling in my veins, I enjoyed letting him lead. Nickie rocked against me, her clit brushing the base of my cock in a way that had her whimpering.
Que didn’t give me a minute to breathe, devouring the fuck out of my mouth and moaning when he bit my bottom lip. “Give me a challenge, why don’t you?”
“Broody Rudy!” Nickie panted, her wetness seeping into my skin. I could smell it. “Your turn. Truth or dare?”
I sighed and reluctantly agreed to play her childish games. “Truth.”
“Boooo!” Que whined and laughed to himself.
“Hmm, okay. Who’s your favorite person in the whole wide world?” Nickie stretched her arms out to the sides, like I needed the visual.
The name came to my lips without thought, the weed acting as some sort of stupid truth serum. “Quentin. Most days anyway.”
Nickie caught the slip and her green eyes narrowed slightly. “Not your fiancée?”
I went silent but Que didn’t miss a beat. “Bros before hoes, babe. Now, that’s enough with the games.”
Nickie squeaked when Que gripped her hair and yanked her forward into a kiss that rivaled the one he gave me. I tried to get up, but I was ignored. He grabbed forNickie’s hand and placed it on that fucking spot right under my balls.
“Oh, fuck?—”
“Mmm. That’s right, Rue-Rue.” Que smiled triumphantly. “Now c’mon, Red, rock back and forth on his thick cock. He’ll be a good boy for you. I promise.”
