“Zach,” Denny shrieks. “Cover your… your…”
“My dick?” Smirking, I grab her hand. “You can cover it.”
With Denny back to shrieking, Pecan shields his eyes with his arm. “Jesus, you two. I figured I’d be okay to walk into the den when the house was full for the holidays!”
“What do you even want?” Denny mutters, swiping the back of herotherhand over her sweaty face before hurling one of her man-sized Magic 8 Ball cushions at his head. I’m so not surprised that she hits her target—she’s had years of practice with this particular weapon, one that was too large for her to bring to our place in Poughkeepsie. “Do you know how close I was to coming,Peter? Do you?”
“I’m sorry to disturb you, missy.” He knuckles the corner of his eye like he’s crying. “But Callan was trying to call you.”
“What’s the actual point of friends when they’re literal cockblockers?!” she sputters.
“I heard that!”
The tinny voice sounds from the cell in Pecan’s hand.
He lifts it to his face. “Won’t turn it around yet, Callan. The view’s X-rated.”
“What do you think I am? Fourteen?” Callan scoffs.
“Put some clothes on,” Denny snipes at me.
I loom over her just to watch her blush. “You’re pissy when you don’t get yours.”
“No. I’ve beentrainedto expect orgasms. Like Pavlov’s dog!”
I pinch her chin between thumb and forefinger. “You sure have.”
A simple peck to her lips and I’m ready to obey her orders. I drag on my briefs, refusing to cover up much more than that when I’m with friends, then smirk when I watch her enshroud herself in the throw blanket like she’s rolling up a leftover sandwich in Saran Wrap.
As for Pecan, he’s grumbling, “Don’t act like I haven’t seen it all before.”
“I don’t want to know.” Denny, from her throw blanket burrito, glowers at us before shuffling to the connecting restroom and washing her hands.
As I join her in washing up, Callan inquires, “They’re decent?”
“Yup, Callan. As decent as these two ingrates can be.”
“Considering how many times I’ve seen your ass,” Denny growls, “I resent that.”
“CHILDREN,” Callan barks. “We don’t have time for this.”
Denny accepts the bottle of water I pass to her from the den’s mini fridge. “What’s going on?”
“So, you know our aim is to doxx Dyers?”
“You don’t say,” I gripe. “It was supposed to be done by now. I thought you said he was good at computer science, Pecan.”
“Firstly, a computer scientist does not a hacker make.” Callan sniffs, flips up the middle finger, then raises his pointer. “Secondly, my work is pristine and if you’re complaining about it now, I can provide examples firsthand!”
“Boys!” Denny shuffles the blanket under her arms so she can slap the cushions on either side of her thighs. “Enough. Callan, I know it’s TMI, especially as I’m so grateful you’re an evil genius, but I would like to get back to my orgasm at some point before my mom returns from the store. So can we move this along?”
“Sure thing,Denny.Send the text.” As she nods, he continues, “So, our initial struggle was locating an address when he doesn’t technically live anywhere.
“Even at Oakwood, he has a room in his frat house. It’s not much of a punishment if the entire fraternity gets handed the same deal.”
“Says you. They’re enablers. They deserve the backlash too,” Denny reasons.
“Yeah, yeah. Greek life’s always under scrutiny. We wantpersonalrevenge.”
