“Avie wants to know what DP is like,” Bo explained, tucking her beneath his arm.
Hell, fuck her with a toy in her ass, then. Though it likely didn’t feel quite the same. Matt fondly recalled that time at the club when Brendan asked him to take his place. He walked into the alcove to find Gillian, one of the club’s bartenders, impaled on Dillon’s dick. There was no way Brendan’s monster cock was getting in there, but he was happy enough to make it happen.
I wonder what ever became of her.
Gillian may have gotten her heart’s desire, but she didn’t get Dillon.
He called her Linnea by mistake and left her crying while Matt picked up the pieces.
Maybe he had a penchant for ferocious play, but he could be patient and gentle when it was called for.
“Well, I’m always up for that,” Matt said and drained his glass. “When do you want to get together?”
Ava looked up at Bo and then at him. “Not on a school night… how about this Friday?”
“Works for me.”
“We can order pizza,” Bo said like they’d just picked a date to play poker.
The girl from Rossi’s came to mind. Maybe he’d get to see her again.
“I’ll bring some wine.”
Lots of wine.
“We can watch a movie or two with Emmy.” Bo slung an arm around his neck, and drawing him and Ava close, he lowered his voice. “Then, after she goes to bed, we will, too.”
“God, I love watching the two of you fuck,” Ava squealed. “It’s so hot.”
“Know what’s gonna be even hotter, angel?”
“What?”
The drummer’s lips ghosted across his girlfriend’s jaw to her ear. “Me and Matt fuckingyou.”
“Bo’s right, Ava. We’ll go slow and take real good care of you,” he said, looking into her big blue eyes. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“Course, I trust you. We’re friends, right?”
Yeah, friends who fuck.
“More than that, Ava.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “We’re family.”
Matt wiped the condensation off the glass, and studying his reflection in the mirror, he debated whether to shave the three-day growth of stubble on his face.
“It’s not like this is a date.”
He decided against it. Besides, girls liked it when his prickly chin rubbed against their swollen clits. And so, he pulled on a pair of army-green khakis. Well-worn, faded, and soft, they were comfortable. More importantly, they were easy to take off. He paired them with a thin, white, long-sleeved V-neck tee. It’s not like he had anyone to impress next door.
With his dick raring to go and a case of Valpolicella Ripasso waiting on the kitchen counter, Matt took to the stairs two at a time. It was nice not having to deal with the bullshit of going out for a change. He noted the time. Half-past five. He had thirty minutes to kill. Bo and Ava weren’t expecting him until six.
Kit came strolling through the door. He didn’t bother knocking, but then he rarely ever did. Pushing his hair away from his eyes, the bassist plopped his ass down on Matt’soverstuffed leather sofa. “I’m restless tonight. Let’s go to the club.”
Fuck.
Now, what was he supposed to say? He couldn’t betray Ava’s trust and tell him what his plans were.
“Not up for it, man.” Feigning a tired sigh, Matt sat across from Kit and kicked his feet up. “How about tomorrow?”
