know that!”
He gave me a look, and my blush gave me away.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “but I’m not usually so forward with people I don’t know really well.”
He snorted.
“You think I go around bargaining to tell people about my cock to get them to tell me something?” He laughed.
I shrugged.
“I don’t know you all that well, do I?” I asked. “You could be getting all the girls to be your friend, and then you start threatening to tell them about your dick and get them all weirded out.”
He muttered something under his breath, and I sighed, crossing my legs, as I flipped the first card in my stack over.
He flipped his first card over, and I growled when he won the first hand.
“Does your telling me about your dick come with a story?” I challenged him, causing his eyes to come up to mine.
His eyes were so beautiful.
They were a light shade of gray with a ring of a color I hadn’t quite decided yet. Maybe green…or blue. In different lighting, it looked like the color changed.
I hadn’t gotten the chance to study him too closely yet due to the power being out, despite spending nearly four hours in each other’s company.
“If you want,” he acquiesced.
His blonde hair reflected the color of the fire, making it appear reddish blonde when it was in fact graying blonde.
“Okay,” I hummed. “My worst sexual experience?”
He nodded.
I grinned.
“Danny had to take a little blue pill for the majority of our relationship if he wanted to get hard,” I admitted. “So then he’d last for hours, and I hated having sex with him.”
He blinked. Slowly.
“That’s it?” He wondered.
I nodded. “His cock was, I don’t know, just weird. It was shaped like a banana. It was skinny, and it was really curved. Something about it… it was just ugly, ok? And even worse was that he didn’t know what to do with it. Ugh. It got to be that I dreaded having sex with him, it was starting to gross me out.”
His mouth dropped open.
“Then why were you still with him?” He blurted in surprise. “And why the hell did you flip the fuck out and fuck his car up…and him?”
“I don’t really know,” I confessed. “He felt…safe. We didn’t do it all that often, and now that I know why, it’s not as soothing as it once had been. Danny and I were really good friends before he asked me out, and it’s hard to lose ten years of friendship.”
“So you stayed with him out of obligation, and because you didn’t want to lose his friendship,” he rumbled.
I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”
He gave me a look.
“Why’d he do this to you? Treat you like that? Take all your things when he left?” He pushed. “You’re not telling me everything.”
I bit my lip, wondering if I should tell him the next part.
“I wanted to get married, to have kids,” I finally explained. “Lots of them. I’m already pushing thirty. He just seemed like my safest bet to get that.”
Something flashed in his eyes so fast that I couldn’t read it before it was gone, but it definitely had me intrigued.
“My cock’s considered large. And on a scale of large cocks, it’s on the larger side,” he changed the subject.
My eyes flicked to his lap again, but the blanket was still in the way.
His chuckle brought my eyes back to his.
“I’m sorry,” I said honestly. “But you can’t just say something like that and not expect me to look.”
His smile had flutters erupting in my belly.
“I’ll have to remember that for next time,” he said. “I win.”
I looked down at the cards between us, all of which were now on Drew’s side of the invisible line, and I cursed.
“Cheater.”
He shrugged. “I’m older and know more tricks. Cheating in cards is relative. It’s more like knowing all the ways to play the game.”
Chapter 8
Why bother spraying Febreeze after you shit? All it does is make it smell like shitrus, not citrus.
-Text from Aspen to Naomi
Drew
So the nights at Aspen’s house
He gave me a look, and my blush gave me away.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “but I’m not usually so forward with people I don’t know really well.”
He snorted.
“You think I go around bargaining to tell people about my cock to get them to tell me something?” He laughed.
I shrugged.
“I don’t know you all that well, do I?” I asked. “You could be getting all the girls to be your friend, and then you start threatening to tell them about your dick and get them all weirded out.”
He muttered something under his breath, and I sighed, crossing my legs, as I flipped the first card in my stack over.
He flipped his first card over, and I growled when he won the first hand.
“Does your telling me about your dick come with a story?” I challenged him, causing his eyes to come up to mine.
His eyes were so beautiful.
They were a light shade of gray with a ring of a color I hadn’t quite decided yet. Maybe green…or blue. In different lighting, it looked like the color changed.
I hadn’t gotten the chance to study him too closely yet due to the power being out, despite spending nearly four hours in each other’s company.
“If you want,” he acquiesced.
His blonde hair reflected the color of the fire, making it appear reddish blonde when it was in fact graying blonde.
“Okay,” I hummed. “My worst sexual experience?”
He nodded.
I grinned.
“Danny had to take a little blue pill for the majority of our relationship if he wanted to get hard,” I admitted. “So then he’d last for hours, and I hated having sex with him.”
He blinked. Slowly.
“That’s it?” He wondered.
I nodded. “His cock was, I don’t know, just weird. It was shaped like a banana. It was skinny, and it was really curved. Something about it… it was just ugly, ok? And even worse was that he didn’t know what to do with it. Ugh. It got to be that I dreaded having sex with him, it was starting to gross me out.”
His mouth dropped open.
“Then why were you still with him?” He blurted in surprise. “And why the hell did you flip the fuck out and fuck his car up…and him?”
“I don’t really know,” I confessed. “He felt…safe. We didn’t do it all that often, and now that I know why, it’s not as soothing as it once had been. Danny and I were really good friends before he asked me out, and it’s hard to lose ten years of friendship.”
“So you stayed with him out of obligation, and because you didn’t want to lose his friendship,” he rumbled.
I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”
He gave me a look.
“Why’d he do this to you? Treat you like that? Take all your things when he left?” He pushed. “You’re not telling me everything.”
I bit my lip, wondering if I should tell him the next part.
“I wanted to get married, to have kids,” I finally explained. “Lots of them. I’m already pushing thirty. He just seemed like my safest bet to get that.”
Something flashed in his eyes so fast that I couldn’t read it before it was gone, but it definitely had me intrigued.
“My cock’s considered large. And on a scale of large cocks, it’s on the larger side,” he changed the subject.
My eyes flicked to his lap again, but the blanket was still in the way.
His chuckle brought my eyes back to his.
“I’m sorry,” I said honestly. “But you can’t just say something like that and not expect me to look.”
His smile had flutters erupting in my belly.
“I’ll have to remember that for next time,” he said. “I win.”
I looked down at the cards between us, all of which were now on Drew’s side of the invisible line, and I cursed.
“Cheater.”
He shrugged. “I’m older and know more tricks. Cheating in cards is relative. It’s more like knowing all the ways to play the game.”
Chapter 8
Why bother spraying Febreeze after you shit? All it does is make it smell like shitrus, not citrus.
-Text from Aspen to Naomi
Drew
So the nights at Aspen’s house
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