Was that a smirk I heard in Valentine’s voice?
I wouldn’t know since my eyes were still glued to the area between his legs.
What? Sue me, it was that big.
“Should’ve called him Hot Cock but who would’ve guessed he was packing?—”
“Out,” Hayden commanded.
To punctuate his demand he pulled me out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind us. Then he continued to shuffle me down the hall into the living room.
“What are you doing here?” he asked when he stopped us.
“I live here.”
“You’re supposed to be at your mom’s.”
“Well, I’m not, and you were supposed to be in the shower,” I accused. “Now my life is ruined.”
Hayden sighed and ran his hand through his sweaty hair, making it stand up in different directions. He was used to my drama but that didn’t mean I didn’t tax his patience.
“How am I supposed to find a man now?” I went on. “The next penis I see will be miniature by comparison. I’ll never be able to have sex again without thinking about Valentine and his?—”
“Sophie.”
“Are they normally that big?”
“Seriously,” he grunted.
I had questions, so many questions.
“Oakley’s wasn’t?—”
“I do not want to know the size of Oakley’s dick,” he professed.
“Well, it wasn’t that big,” I told him. “Or even half that size.”
“Please God, stop talking about dicks.”
“Fine,” I huffed. “But just so you know when I get home from my mom’s I’m doing internet research and if that lands me in some weird place I’m blaming you.”
Hayden’s gaze went to the side, mine followed, and there he was—Valentine in my apartment fully dressed in uniform.
“Jesus fuck, now she’s having a cop fantasy to go with her frankendick one.”
Valentine chuckled.
I didn’t.
Reality hit and when it did my cheeks heated and I was ready to flee.
“I should…”
Shit. What should I do besides embarrass myself more and run to my room and crawl under my bed?
“I should,” I started again. “Go change.”
I heard Valentine chuckle again and it dawned on me he might think I needed to change my panties after I saw him in all his glory. And it was glorious.