down?
Even if there ever were something between us, I don’t think I could ever act on it. Jax was the only one in the world who didn’t expect anything from me. Who was my friend just because he was my friend. He was good.
Not that he was too good for me, but I was too much for him.
“So you gonna tell me?” he pressed and I sighed.
“I’m not sure, but Preach was involved.” I frowned, thinking of the wailing once again. “I think.”
“That old fuck!”
“Jax,” I warned.
He rose up on one elbow and leaned toward me. “I told you about them, didn’t I? Damn it. No.” He shook his head when I started to interrupt. “I’m not gonna ‘lose my shit’ but this deserves an I told you so.”
“You liked him too,” I protested.
“No, I pitied him. Because you pitied him.”
“I don’t pity him—”
He interrupted me before I could continue.
“Fine. Fine. Any less than negative feelings I had for the old fuck was only because you were so damned fond of him. But you can’t trust a crackhead, Bri. Preach might be your friend or whatever it is you consider him, but he’s a junkie first.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ve said it all before. I know.”
He lay back again and reached down, taking my hand in his.
“No, you don’t,” he said quietly. “And it’s not even because you see the good in people. You just see the worst in yourself.”
“Going Dr. Phil on me now, Young?” I asked, squeezing his fingers.
He grinned at me, but the edges of it looked a little sad.
“Nah, I’m way too good-looking.”
“And here we are. Back to your good looks and suffocating ego.”
He laughed. “Yeah, well. It needs to be stroked. Speaking of stroked. Luke Turner. How the hell did that happen?”
“Who?” I asked, eyebrows raising in confusion.
He gave me an incredulous look.
“Guy in your bed? Don’t tell me you guys were naked together and you didn’t bother to even get his name.”
“No. I mean, shit, Jax. I got bashed in the head. A few times. Him and his friends helped me out. We didn’t exactly stop for introductions.”
“So, he was just—there? That’s lucky. I guess.”
I didn’t have to be looking at him to pick up the skepticism oozing from his direction. “Apparently. And anyway, how did you know his name?”
“You know Scott? The bar back from Bar 9?” He frowned. “Of course you do. You knew him after a week.”
“It was two weeks actually.”
“Right. I forgot. You’re practically a nun. Anyway. They work out at the same gym. The Coliseum? Over in Old Town? Scott said he’s there all the time. Knows the owner or something.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I commented absently, thinking of his muscles and the way they flexed and rippled with every little movement he had made. Time well spent.
“Is his dick big?”
I looked over at him sharply to see his face poker straight. He shrugged. “What? We like to know that shit too. Sizing up the competition and all that.” He paused and grinned. “Pun unintentional but still fucking brilliant.”
I shook my head, laughing. “I don’t know. You saw as much as I did.”
He gave me a look that told me what he thought of that.
“All right! It’s, from what I could tell, adequate.”
He cocked his head to the side like a puzzled dog. “Adequate? That’s vague. I’m gonna need some comparisons here. Is he bigger than me?”
“For fuck’s sake, Jax, I don’t know.”
“Because,” he continued as though I hadn’t answered him at all, “I’m gonna be super pissed if he is. Motherfucker is built like a damned tank. The least he could do is have a baby dick so whenever I see him I can think, ‘sure, he could probably slaughter me with one finger, probably has the bitches scaling his mountain-sized ass begging to have his abnormally large babies, but at least I have a bigger dick so that makes me the clear winner here.’” He gave me a pleading look. “Come on, Bri. Let me have this. Tell me his dick is tiny and
Even if there ever were something between us, I don’t think I could ever act on it. Jax was the only one in the world who didn’t expect anything from me. Who was my friend just because he was my friend. He was good.
Not that he was too good for me, but I was too much for him.
“So you gonna tell me?” he pressed and I sighed.
“I’m not sure, but Preach was involved.” I frowned, thinking of the wailing once again. “I think.”
“That old fuck!”
“Jax,” I warned.
He rose up on one elbow and leaned toward me. “I told you about them, didn’t I? Damn it. No.” He shook his head when I started to interrupt. “I’m not gonna ‘lose my shit’ but this deserves an I told you so.”
“You liked him too,” I protested.
“No, I pitied him. Because you pitied him.”
“I don’t pity him—”
He interrupted me before I could continue.
“Fine. Fine. Any less than negative feelings I had for the old fuck was only because you were so damned fond of him. But you can’t trust a crackhead, Bri. Preach might be your friend or whatever it is you consider him, but he’s a junkie first.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ve said it all before. I know.”
He lay back again and reached down, taking my hand in his.
“No, you don’t,” he said quietly. “And it’s not even because you see the good in people. You just see the worst in yourself.”
“Going Dr. Phil on me now, Young?” I asked, squeezing his fingers.
He grinned at me, but the edges of it looked a little sad.
“Nah, I’m way too good-looking.”
“And here we are. Back to your good looks and suffocating ego.”
He laughed. “Yeah, well. It needs to be stroked. Speaking of stroked. Luke Turner. How the hell did that happen?”
“Who?” I asked, eyebrows raising in confusion.
He gave me an incredulous look.
“Guy in your bed? Don’t tell me you guys were naked together and you didn’t bother to even get his name.”
“No. I mean, shit, Jax. I got bashed in the head. A few times. Him and his friends helped me out. We didn’t exactly stop for introductions.”
“So, he was just—there? That’s lucky. I guess.”
I didn’t have to be looking at him to pick up the skepticism oozing from his direction. “Apparently. And anyway, how did you know his name?”
“You know Scott? The bar back from Bar 9?” He frowned. “Of course you do. You knew him after a week.”
“It was two weeks actually.”
“Right. I forgot. You’re practically a nun. Anyway. They work out at the same gym. The Coliseum? Over in Old Town? Scott said he’s there all the time. Knows the owner or something.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I commented absently, thinking of his muscles and the way they flexed and rippled with every little movement he had made. Time well spent.
“Is his dick big?”
I looked over at him sharply to see his face poker straight. He shrugged. “What? We like to know that shit too. Sizing up the competition and all that.” He paused and grinned. “Pun unintentional but still fucking brilliant.”
I shook my head, laughing. “I don’t know. You saw as much as I did.”
He gave me a look that told me what he thought of that.
“All right! It’s, from what I could tell, adequate.”
He cocked his head to the side like a puzzled dog. “Adequate? That’s vague. I’m gonna need some comparisons here. Is he bigger than me?”
“For fuck’s sake, Jax, I don’t know.”
“Because,” he continued as though I hadn’t answered him at all, “I’m gonna be super pissed if he is. Motherfucker is built like a damned tank. The least he could do is have a baby dick so whenever I see him I can think, ‘sure, he could probably slaughter me with one finger, probably has the bitches scaling his mountain-sized ass begging to have his abnormally large babies, but at least I have a bigger dick so that makes me the clear winner here.’” He gave me a pleading look. “Come on, Bri. Let me have this. Tell me his dick is tiny and
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