“You’re not a fuckup, Jer. You’re a fuckingperson. One I stillchoose.Even when you’re moody. Even when you leave without saying goodbye. Even when you try to pretend like I don’t know what’s going on in that loud-ass brain of yours.”
“You shouldn’t have to deal with me,” he muttered.
“Maybe not, but Iwantto.”
He glanced in my direction, and I saw every version of him at once—the scared kid, the angry man, the one who walked away, the one who came back.
Finally, he sat back in the seat and dragged a hand through his hair. “Well... now that we’ve unpackedthat, what’s the sleeping situation gonna be?”
Dirks chuckled under his breath. “You and Luna can have the small guest cabin out back. I’ll stay in the main house with my parents.”
“Ohgreat. Can’t wait for your wholesome Midwestern parents to find out their son’s girlfriend is getting railed by his best friend in a shed behind the barn.”
“It’s insulated.”
I turned toward Jer, catching his hand in mine and gently tracing the little crescent moon inked on the side of his finger. “You saying you’re gonna fuck me in the cabin?”
He met my eyes, that familiar heat flickering behind his teasing smirk. “I don’taskto fuck you, Luna.”
My stomach dropped, heat shooting straight through me.
“Itakeyou when you’re ready. When you beg for it. When you remember exactly who you belong to.”
I sighed and pulled away from Jer, settling back into my side of the truck, legs crossed, head against the window.
“If you think your parents would be scandalized by Dirks’s best friend fucking his girlfriend, just wait until they find out Dirks sometimes fucks me, too.Together.”
Jer snorted. “Please. If I gave him the green light, he’d probably fuck me, too.”
Dirks’s eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror so fast I actually laughed.
Jer caught it and shook his head. “Not today, buddy. Put your dick away.”
“Fine,” Dirks muttered, genuinely disappointed.
“Wait,” I said, glancing over at Jer. “Would you ever?”
“Ever what?”
“You know,” I said, gesturing lazily between him and Dirks. “Would you ever actually fuck him?”
“I don’t know. Sexuality is a spectrum. For right now, it’s you, Luna.”
Dirks cleared his throat loudly. “Idohave two holes, if anyone’s feeling brave.”
I choked on a laugh, full snort and all, head falling back against the seat.
“Dirks, what the fuck?” Jer groaned, rubbing his hand over his face.
“I’m just saying,” Dirks replied, smug, eyes on the road. “I’m here for a good time, a long time, or an incredibly awkward, anatomy-questioning time. Whatever works.”
“Jesus Christ,” Jer muttered, but he was grinning too.
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It was dark, and we had under an hour left in the trip. As much as I’d debated this morning whether I was actually going to show up, I was glad I had. Not that I’d ever admit that to Luna, but she’d been right.
