muttered, turning a steak.
“Fuck,” Gunner mumbled.
“What’s up?” Quaid asked as he approached.
“Tellin’ Murphy here how being married isn’t all that bad,” Oz explained.
“Fuck,” Gunner repeated.
Quaid looked at Gunner. “You wanting to get hitched? Didn’t know you were dating anyone.”
Gunner took a long draw on his beer. “I’m not. That’s why this fuckin’ conversation’s over.”
“Yeah,” Quaid agreed making Gunner look suspiciously at him. “Didn’t think so. Probably hard finding someone who’d want a Nancy like you. Now, you find someone who wants a real man, send her my way.”
“I’ll tell her to bring her ball gag,” Gunner fired back.
“Hell yes. Don’t forget the flogger. Chicks dig that shit.” Quaid grinned at him.
Gunner shook his head. “I don’t need all that shit. My dick’s enough to keep them satisfied.”
“Oh, don’t think they’re not begging to take a ride on my massive cock. They just like everything else that comes with it,” Quaid supplied.
“Jesus Christ,” Gunner mumbled at the same time Oz said, “Fucking hell.”
Quaid laughed and looked at Gunner. “Better be careful, though. Next thing you know you’ll be having some sissy-assed party celebrating your first month of fuckin’ marriage.”
“It’s a pre-Super Bowl party,” Oz insisted.
“Uh huh. That’s why the plates have your and Tilly’s pictures on them,” Quaid countered. He looked at Gunner. “I miss the part where Oz played in the NFL and Tilly cheered?”
Gunner laughed. He loved the guys he worked with and that they could give each other so much shit. He just hated being the subject of their shit at times.
“Hey, baby?” Tilly called from the back door.
“Yeah, honey?” Oz answered and didn’t even flinch when Gunner and Quaid chuckled.
“Can you throw on a few more chicken breasts, please? Jeff and Jen made it and Quinn brought someone.”
Gunner tried to control it. He really did. But at hearing that, his head whipped around to look at Tilly like she’d lost her mind. She only smiled sweetly at him then thanked her husband before going back inside. In the meantime, Quaid had wandered over to where Boone and Brock were standing.
“Guess you and Quinn aren’t an item anymore, huh?” Oz asked as he made room on the grill to toss more chicken on.
“We never were,” Gunner replied with a scowl.
“One night with you and she was ready to move on, huh?” Oz grinned.
“Fuck you.”
And goddamn it. Now all Gunner wanted to do was get the fuck out of there. Didn’t want to go inside only to watch Quinn hanging all over some fucking pussy.
“Hey, can you go grab the platter from the fridge with the corn and shit on it?” Oz asked him.
Gunner glared at Oz a moment to see if he was forcing the issue but when he got nothing, he turned to go in the house. He’d just pulled the platter out of the refrigerator and was closing the door when he saw Tilly and Quinn come in.
“I can’t believe you brought him,” Tilly griped.
“He was available. I have a date and I’ll get laid later,” Quinn said with a shrug before she saw Gunner. Her eyes grew big for a second before she covered up her surprise with a look of indifference.
“Oh, hey, Gunner,” Tilly said. “Did John send you to get those? Here. Let me take them out to him.” She grabbed the tray and left him and Quinn standing in the kitchen alone.
“Hey,” she said, going to the fridge. She bent down to look inside and, fuck, that ass of hers looked great in her jeans. “You want a beer?” she asked, turning toward him. And, goddamn it, that low-cut shirt of hers put her tits on full display for him and he couldn’t keep his eyes off them. Catching him looking at her triggered a slow knowing smile to form on her face which made him smirk.
“Yeah, sure,” he answered, taking the bottle. “How’ve you been?”
She twisted the top off her bottle and tossed it into the
“Fuck,” Gunner mumbled.
“What’s up?” Quaid asked as he approached.
“Tellin’ Murphy here how being married isn’t all that bad,” Oz explained.
“Fuck,” Gunner repeated.
Quaid looked at Gunner. “You wanting to get hitched? Didn’t know you were dating anyone.”
Gunner took a long draw on his beer. “I’m not. That’s why this fuckin’ conversation’s over.”
“Yeah,” Quaid agreed making Gunner look suspiciously at him. “Didn’t think so. Probably hard finding someone who’d want a Nancy like you. Now, you find someone who wants a real man, send her my way.”
“I’ll tell her to bring her ball gag,” Gunner fired back.
“Hell yes. Don’t forget the flogger. Chicks dig that shit.” Quaid grinned at him.
Gunner shook his head. “I don’t need all that shit. My dick’s enough to keep them satisfied.”
“Oh, don’t think they’re not begging to take a ride on my massive cock. They just like everything else that comes with it,” Quaid supplied.
“Jesus Christ,” Gunner mumbled at the same time Oz said, “Fucking hell.”
Quaid laughed and looked at Gunner. “Better be careful, though. Next thing you know you’ll be having some sissy-assed party celebrating your first month of fuckin’ marriage.”
“It’s a pre-Super Bowl party,” Oz insisted.
“Uh huh. That’s why the plates have your and Tilly’s pictures on them,” Quaid countered. He looked at Gunner. “I miss the part where Oz played in the NFL and Tilly cheered?”
Gunner laughed. He loved the guys he worked with and that they could give each other so much shit. He just hated being the subject of their shit at times.
“Hey, baby?” Tilly called from the back door.
“Yeah, honey?” Oz answered and didn’t even flinch when Gunner and Quaid chuckled.
“Can you throw on a few more chicken breasts, please? Jeff and Jen made it and Quinn brought someone.”
Gunner tried to control it. He really did. But at hearing that, his head whipped around to look at Tilly like she’d lost her mind. She only smiled sweetly at him then thanked her husband before going back inside. In the meantime, Quaid had wandered over to where Boone and Brock were standing.
“Guess you and Quinn aren’t an item anymore, huh?” Oz asked as he made room on the grill to toss more chicken on.
“We never were,” Gunner replied with a scowl.
“One night with you and she was ready to move on, huh?” Oz grinned.
“Fuck you.”
And goddamn it. Now all Gunner wanted to do was get the fuck out of there. Didn’t want to go inside only to watch Quinn hanging all over some fucking pussy.
“Hey, can you go grab the platter from the fridge with the corn and shit on it?” Oz asked him.
Gunner glared at Oz a moment to see if he was forcing the issue but when he got nothing, he turned to go in the house. He’d just pulled the platter out of the refrigerator and was closing the door when he saw Tilly and Quinn come in.
“I can’t believe you brought him,” Tilly griped.
“He was available. I have a date and I’ll get laid later,” Quinn said with a shrug before she saw Gunner. Her eyes grew big for a second before she covered up her surprise with a look of indifference.
“Oh, hey, Gunner,” Tilly said. “Did John send you to get those? Here. Let me take them out to him.” She grabbed the tray and left him and Quinn standing in the kitchen alone.
“Hey,” she said, going to the fridge. She bent down to look inside and, fuck, that ass of hers looked great in her jeans. “You want a beer?” she asked, turning toward him. And, goddamn it, that low-cut shirt of hers put her tits on full display for him and he couldn’t keep his eyes off them. Catching him looking at her triggered a slow knowing smile to form on her face which made him smirk.
“Yeah, sure,” he answered, taking the bottle. “How’ve you been?”
She twisted the top off her bottle and tossed it into the
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