“What’s wrong?” Ryan looked at him with his usual suspicion. “Didn’t you like it?”
“That’snoneof your business,” Graham repeated, irritated. “You need a fucking girlfriend so you stop obsessing overmyrelationships.”
“Hey.” Ryan shrugged. “Can’t blame me for being curious why it took you so long to give the girl what she wants… or why you don’t seem all that thrilled about it now that you have.”
Graham swallowed hard, his nerves fraying. “Why don’t you just get to the fucking point and say what you mean?”
“WhatdoI mean, Graham?” Ryan stared at him dryly, a little unsteady on his feet.
“Go to hell,” Graham said. “Just stay the hell away from me.”
“What’s going on?” Wendy approached without Graham noticing. “Are you guys fighting?”
Graham let out a stiff breath. “No,” he mumbled.
“Everything’s peachy,” Ryan squinted at her. “Except your boy here isn’t too keen on yoursexytalk.”
Wendy laughed lightly, looking at Graham. “You’reupsetbecause I told him about…”
“It’s private, between us,” Graham muttered.
“Are you mad at me about it?” Wendy asked, then narrowed her eyes. “Or are you mad because you didn’t want to do it? Doyou think I made you do it?” When drunk, Wendy tended to switch moods like shifting gears.
A slow smirk spread across Ryan’s face.
“I didn’t say that,” Graham replied. “I said, it’s private.”
“Uh-huh.” Wendy glanced at Ryan, who shrugged and rolled his eyes. “I’m starting to think you didn’t want to do it. Come to think of it, you seemed eager to get me off and be done with it.” She huffed quietly. “Just whowereyou dreaming about that got you cock hard? Someone we know? You tapping some bitch slut behind my back? Is that why you never want to fuck me?”
“Maybe it wasn’t abitchslut he was dreaming about,” Ryan said with a sly tone.
“What do you mean?” Wendy frowned.
“If he ain’t getting jacked up over a hot chick like you…” Ryan’s mouth jerked at the corner. “… maybe he’s got some…wires… crossed. If you know what I mean.”
“What?” She looked at Graham and laughed. “No… not Graham.” She squinted thoughtfully. “You think?”
“Just sayin’.” Ryan shrugged. “Have you met any other guy who didn’t want to tap your sexy ass?”
“You know,” Wendy murmured. “I don’t think I have.”
“And you’ve been throwing it at your boy here for a year, and he didn’t go for it?” He snorted. “Seems a little sus to me.”
Wendy faced Graham, pressing her palms flat against his chest. “Is that it, Graham?” she cooed. “You preferdick?Hm? Did eating my pussy make you feelicky?”
Ryan laughed.
Graham ignored him, then stared at Wendy, suddenly exhausted. “I think we need to break up.”
“Why, baby?” Wendy scrunched her face, with wicked glee in her eyes. “Because I’m notpacking?”
“Oh fuck,” Ryan snorted out a laugh.
Graham held her gaze. “You guys are gone first thing tomorrow.”
“What’s that?”
Graham turned around. Deke stood behind him, drunk off his ass.
