Huh.
“Do I?”
“Fuck as often as he does?”
It was like he was seeing me for the first time. No bullshit antics. No defense mechanisms. He was looking at me like a man looked at a woman.
His gaze crawled over me and I shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal despite the way my heart raced in response.
“What’s my motivation to lie? What translates to big dick energy for you guys is branded promiscuity for me, so the truth doesn’t exactly make me look good.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed and he nodded, his eyes flicking back to the bag. “The big one. I don’t—” He shook his head and gulped down more vodka. “That one confuses me.”
“Ahh, this sucker.” I hopped up and slid it out of the long mesh accessory pocket and held it up with both hands. “This is the Wanachi Mega Massager.” I gave it a swing and slapped the head into my palm, the snap echoing in the room. “She’s a girthy one, right? Seventeen inches long. The head is four and a half inches tall on its own.”
This—humor. This felt like safe ground.
He ran his fingers through his hair. “You’re a massage therapist.”
“Yeeeeeessss.”
“But a regular one, right? You don’t—you’re not—”
He gestured to his lap, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Not what? Into happy endings?”
“Yeah.” He drained the rest of the little bottle in his hands.
“Only my own? Sure. But I’m not a sex worker.” I shrugged. “No judgment. Just not my thing.”
“So this weekend you planned to—” He waved his arm, but didn’t say the words.
The vodka had definitely started taking hold, and apparently, I was just going to keep filling in the blanks. “Masturbate?
He blinked, opened his mouth, snapped it shut, then blinked again.
I grinned. “Yes.”
“Jesus.”
“Everyone does it.”
“I know but—”
I dropped the massager on the mattress and plopped down next to it. “Even you, Nick. I bet you do it more than the rest of us.”
“Charlie,” he growled with a glare aimed my way.
I crept my fingertips over the curve of the wand and wiggled my eyebrows. “You into long showers, Nick?”
“Shut it, Charlie.” He slammed the empty bottle on the table and leaned forward, dropping his elbows on his knees. “God, your brother is a real asshole for not being here.”
“Wanna fuck with him?”
He dragged his fingers through his hair and his gaze snapped up to mine. “What do you mean?”
“How do you think he’d feel about us rooming together?”
“He’d hate it.” He shook his head and his lips twitched. “God, would he hate the hell out of it.”
