Page 35 of Lost in Love

I push him away. “Knock it off.”

“I’ll be Kelly; you be you.” He then proceeds to cross his legs, flip his nonexistent shoulder-length hair and bats his eyelashes at me. “Ask me how I’m doing.”

Drawing in a breath, I scoot back on the stool, unprepared for what he’s doing. Also, the porn is still playing, and his wife’s tits are bouncing around. This is so bizarre, and I’m really starting to sweat now. “I can’t tell.” I eye him carefully. “Are you trying to come onto me?”

He laughs. And I’m still not sure.

“I’m fucking serious. You guys do this, and it’ll bring back the excitement. Sometimes you gotta try somethin’ different and bring back the newness.”

“So filming ourselves fucking is supposed to bring back the newness?”

“Yes, it will. I know it will.” Bonner nods and angles the iPad toward me. He switches to a different video, and I’m thankful it’s someone else and not him any longer. I hate knowing what he’s packin’ down below. It just makes things super awkward. While I’m sure Steve is comfortable with knowing what his friends’ cocks look like, it’s something I never ever want to imagine.

“How the hell did you get wrapped up in the porn industry anyway?”

He snorts. “Clearly because my cock is magnificent.”

I say nothing. Not a fucking word or even so much as an eye twitch.

“I’m just fuckin’ with ya, man. I had a friend who’s a director and it went from there. My brother’s a rock star and I met him through him.”

“Are you serious? Your brother’s a rock star?”

“You heard of Revved?”

I nod thinking of their song “Black Heart” that’s played in commercials. “Yeah.”

“Lead singer is my older brother.”

Holy shit. “Wow, that’s pretty cool.”

“My other brother is the quarterback for the Seahawks.”

I stare at him in disbelief. “Jesus Christ. Are you serious?”

“Yep. Crazy, huh?”

It’s like they’re the Manning family. Or the Hemsworth brothers. “I’ll say.”

He flips his hand around. “Back to this shit. Now, I’m Kelly and you’re you. How are you gonna suggest it?”

My face is blank again. “I don’t know. Let’s fuck?”

“Don’t be so crude,” he purrs in a woman’s voice, pawing at my shoulder.

I shake my head violently and jump back away from him. “Nope. We’re not doing this.”

“Yes, you are.” He grabs my shoulders and fists my shirt in his hands. “Don’t be a pussy. You got this. Now.” He pauses and motions to the iPad. “Start by seducing her and then move into things like this.”

My eyes shift to the screen, despite my attempts for them not to. He hands me a shot of alcohol. It could be drain cleaner for all I know but given the situation, I down that fucker as if it’s the last drink on earth.

It burns going down, but I don’t die, and it helps with the headache that’s still lingering. Two more shots of it and I’m actually listening to what he has to say. I hadn’t thought about a sex tape before, and maybe it’s a shitty idea to begin with, but you have to admit, it’s an interesting concept. Bonner sells the idea pretty fucking well, doesn’t he?

It’s somewhere in between Bonner putting on a wig and me telling him he could pass for a woman that Jason barges into the garage. He smiles. “Whoa. What am I interrupting?”

I take another shot. My body feels like it’s on fire either from embarrassment or the alcohol. “Porn.”

Jason tries to peek at the iPad. “I need to see this.”

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