Where do you even come up with these things?
Fine. Cock. Boring. Go get you some cock.
I plan on it.
Yea girl!
I won’t have my phone, but I will text you tomorrow when I get home.
I’ll do a drive by tonight, pretend to be a pizza girl or something to check on you.
No, you won’t. Plus, they’d recognize you.
Right. And they probably order some high end fancy schmancy pizza. Get it flown in from Italy or wherever.
There was a knock on my door.
He’s here. Gotta go. Love you boo.
Love you too. Have fun and use lots and lots of protection and lube.
Geez.
Bye, love.
I put my phone on the charger and made my way to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw him standing there and felt my stomach tightened. I only saw a small glimpse of him and nearly came. How was I going to last the whole night and, more importantly, how was I going to walk away from this?
I opened the door and his eyes raked over me as his lips parted. “Fuck me… you’re… shit… Do we have to go to this dinner?”
I blushed. I’d never made a man speechless before, but I felt his words. I knew I looked good in this dress, but his reaction was enough to drive me crazy with desire.
Maybe I should have practiced the old one handed read last night, because I was going to have to walk around most of the night with my legs clenched together.
“You look very handsome as well. And yes. We have to.” Handsome was an understatement, but I felt if I told him what I really thought we’d never make it to the party and we had to, at least for a bit. He was all six foot something God in a white button down, with a deep red vest that matched my dress almost perfectly, and a black jacket with black pants. Very basic, but at the same time not basic at all. His hair was slicked back, his beard shaved to the perfect five o’clock shadow, and his blue eyes were like fiery crystals.
“Let me send a pic to the boys. They were so upset they couldn’t come tonight, but,” his head bobbled from side to side. “It would be kind of hard if you asked for a plus four.”
“That’s why you don’t date or have this arrangement long term?”
His face fell. “It just gets complicated. We try to avoid that.”
“By sexually ruining girls for any other man. You are effectively creating spinsters, you know?”
He laughed and held out his hand. “Let’s go. We don’t want to be late.”
I grabbed his hand, and he followed me down the stairs. I heard him curse under his breath when he saw the back of my dress. “Are you trying to send me to an early grave woman?”
I looked over my shoulder and winked.
He grabbed my wrist and pinned me against the wall, his lips taking mine. I moaned into his mouth just before he pushed away. “I can’t wait until you’re moaning around my cock tonight, while Emmett and Knox are fucking you at the same time.”
I flushed about as red as my dress, then leaned in, letting my lips touch his ear. “What about Jax?” I tried not to show my cringing face. I was horrible at dirty talk and that wasn’t even dirty. I was trying to be sexy, but I think it just came out as a question with my voice in an awkwardly low octave. But his dirty talk… there was something about it that was so raw, so filthy, so perfect.
“Don’t you worry, red, he’ll be there too.” He smirked, glancing at his watch. “What’s the minimum time we have to stay?”
I smiled before continuing down the stairs.
Brady was waiting outside with his hand on the car handle, ready for us. His eyes grew wide as he saw me walk out of the door. He helped me in the car and whispered, “You look amazing, Ms. Everlee.”
