Page 39 of Kylan

“Never been readier.”

I turned my phone around. His eyes went to the screen for one second before I turned it back around. Fitch’s wide eyes met mine. “Oh, I was not ready for that,” he whispered. “Jesus fuck, Ky. That was... that was hot. And awesome. And... and I forgot to look at theskirt. Was there even a skirt? Because all I saw was you bent over a table and your wet boy pussy?—”

“Okay, we’re never calling it that again.”

Fitch laughed but then he closed his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“Burning that photograph into my memory. Straight to the spank bank.”

I shoved him. “Perv.”

“Uh, excuse me, after that photograph, I’m pretty sure you out-perv me on every level.”

“Like you don’t have similar photos on your phone,” I said.

“I do not.”

I nodded to his phone. “Prove it.”

He laughed as he began scrolling his photos. “Okay, so maybe a pic or two.” He stopped at one and smiled like the devil. “Like this?”

He showed me the screen. It was him, or a close up I assumed was him, wearing nothing but a crop top, face down on a bed, getting railed by a thick cock.

I couldn’t see much of Dom, but it was obviously him who took the photo. Just his abs and where his cock disappeared into Fitch’s arse. “Dom took it so I could see it from his view.”

“Nice.”

He scrolled back a photo or two. “And here’s one of me on my knees,” he said, about to show me the screen when his phone rang.

Benji’s name came up on-screen, so Fitch hit Answer and put the call on speaker.

“Hey Benj,” Fitch said. “You’re on speaker. Ky and I are just sharing our own porn pics. Wanna see?”

There was a beat of silence. No laugh or witty comeback. “Maybe later,” he said quietly. “Uh, Nolan just called me. We have a date for my dad’s first appearance with the new charges.”

First appearance.

New charges.

Additional charges brought about by Benji’s evidence, his statements, his testimony.

“Fuck,” Fitch replied. “When? When is it?”

“A week from Monday.”

“Do you need us to come over?” Fitch asked. He looked at me, and I nodded.

“Yes please,” Benji whispered. “Nolan’s on his way, but he can’t stay long.”

“We’re on our way.”

I stood up, pocketed my phone and grabbed my key, just as Fitch’s phone rang again. It was Dom this time. “Hey... yeah, we just heard. Benji called. We’re going around to see him now... Okay... Yeah, of course... Okay. Talk soon.”

He ended the call and pulled on his shoes. “Everything okay?” I asked. “With Dom?”

“Oh, sure,” Fitch said. “He was just ringing to tell me about the court date. He works with Nolan, so... I told him we were going around now, and he said good. And to call him straight away if we need anything.”

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