“Boyfriend?” Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the way his head cocked in confusion.
“Yeah, the one in the picture, y’know…” I made some vague gesture. “On the phone.”You two covered in cum and smiling together.
Yeah, I might have stood there for a long minute staring at that picture while the call was coming through. Danny looked truly happy in that moment.
“You mean Jayden?” He barked out a laugh. “This picture?”
He had his phone in his hand and was showing me that damn picture again. I kind of hated this Jayden guy for being able to make him smile so freely. I wanted to hear that laugh. I wasn’t the type of person who could make someone laugh and smile like that, and though I’d never given a shit about it before, it was starting to eat away at me now.
The image was hot. Sexy without even trying. But it twisted something in my gut.
“Yeah, so hisboyfriend,” he made sure to stress the word as his gaze drilled holes into me to make sure I got it, “took this picture right after we wrapped ascene.”
I grunted, feeling like an asshole. That was what I got for assuming.
“We were jerking off together, teasing, ya know. And after we were done, Jayden let out the rankest fart. It was so gross. He’d never had California burritos before, and since we weren’t doing any ass play, he figured he could eat as many as he wanted the day before. Beans, am I right?” He let out the cutest chuckle. “Anyway, so we both froze for a second after he ripped one, then started laughing so hard we ended up crying. Prince—that’s Jayden’s boyfriend—snapped a picture and said it was one to remember.”
I felt my lips twitch at the fondness in his tone.
“Jayden is a good friend, that’s all. Even if they were open outside of work, neither of us would be interested. We work together sometimes, but there are nofeelingsthere.”
“Whatever, it’s not like it matters,” I said, brushing away the long-lingering feelings that this could be something close to a date. A low-key date.
“I would love to have dinner with you, Mr. Grumpy Pants,” he said, tone sticky sweet. When I didn’t move, he kept on. “Go. Go! Don’t tell me I get pie and then keep me waiting.”
I turned my head to lay eyes on him. Damn mistake, it was. His smile held a hint of seduction. Like, there might be promises that came along with me getting him pie.
Yeah, it looked like I needed to look forward to a cold shower.
The moment I pulled the curtain back, I was met with a big dildo stuck to the side of the shower wall.
I groaned as I stepped in and started the water. My chub was full-on flagpole now. It wasn’t like I could see that and not think about him fuckin’ himself in my shower. Probably comin’ all over the floor I was standing on, that hotOface taking over.
Is that what he liked? Did he really take cocks that big on a daily basis… or however often he worked? Was that a normal thing?
Like a dumb asshole, I couldn’t help but shuffle closer to it and hold my hard cock next to the strange pink ribbed rocket stuck to the wall, lining it up like two cocks trying to sixty-nine.
“Oh my god! I forgot—” That was all he got out before the scene in front of him stole his words. The curtain was pulled back and he was staring at my cock… right next to the suctioned-on dick he recently had up his ass, or so I assumed. “Sorry, I forgot to remove it.”
He reached over and wrapped a hand around the thing. Thankfully, I had taken a step back, but unfortunately, I was still holding onto my cock like a jackass.
“The Proud Pinkie is great, but if I had the option, I’d take yours,” he said as he pulled the dildo free.
The wink he shot me only slightly distracted from his tinted pink cheeks. I about damn near swallowed my tongue again.
Then he spun around, tossed the wiggly cock over his shoulder like a baseball bat, and strolled out of the bathroom like nothing had even happened.
Yep, cold shower it was.
Might even need to take a streaking plunge in the snow too.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Danny
Killjoy was right, the meatloaf was dry.
I’d only gotten it because I was sure he was being an ass when he’d said it back at the cabin. I was really banking on it being good, especially with the way the little diner smelled. But the whole plate was not good. The mashed potatoes were twenty-five percent salt and twenty-five percent butter. Which made those hard to eat, too. And the green beans were the same. I was doing my best to choke it down while keeping a smile on my face.
