Page 62 of Bazooka
“Why?”
“Because you have a boner, which you pressed against my ass twenty seconds ago. Don’t play dumb, pest.”
“Fiiine,” he said with a sigh. “You’re no fun, Baz.”
After we both settled on our towels and Luz snuggled against me, I let out a sigh of contentment. I was pleasantly relaxed. My stomach was full. The warm sun felt nice, and I was… comfortable. No, more than that. Happy? Was I happy?
“I like how you’re built,” Luz muttered, placing his hand on my chest. “I like how big you are.”
“Thanks?” I said with a smirk as he kept moving his hand over my chest. I could feel it sliding down my pecks, and his fingers grazing my nipples. He traced my abs one by one before following the line of hair under my belly button with his finger. When he reached the hem of my shorts, I took his hand in mine and stopped him from going further south.
“Don’t.”
To make up for it, I raised my arm so he could lay his head in the crook of my shoulder. When he glued himself to me, his sigh of frustration was replaced with a sigh of contentment.
“I like this,” he murmured, snuggling against me. “Let’s stay like this forever.”
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed, not entirely opposed to the idea.
The sun overhead was blinding, but a soft breeze coming from the ocean made the heat bearable. Luz’s body was hot against mine, but I didn’t mind the additional warmth or the weight of his arm on my chest. His hot breath on my skin felt nice, almost ticklish. His fingers were restless as he kept caressing my chest, but that felt nice, too. The seagulls squawking in the distance, the waves washing the shore—all of it was lulling me to sleep.
“Bazooka?” Luz murmured.
“Hmm?”
“What about my proposal that I pay you for a kiss? You never answered me.”
I chuckled. “You think you can afford it?”
“I know I can. How much will it cost me?”
I thought about it and gave him my honest answer.
“There’s no money in the world that would make it happen, Luz.”
Luz
There’s no money in the world that would make it happen.
I was fuming. As Bazooka drove us home, I was considering all the ways to end him. Poison him, shoot him with his gun, shove him down the stairs. Set him on fire. Push him out the window. It was that or… what were even my options? I couldn’t imagine a life without him anymore, so I had no options. Well, I had one option. I could fuck with him. Make him lose it.Make him mad. Then, maybe I would feel better. My blue balls wouldn’t, but perhaps I would.
When we got home, I showered and changed into a T-shirt and joggers minus underwear because I needed some AC down south. After that, Bazooka went to shower, while I returned tothe room, still feeling angry.
Then his phone rang. When I saw the caller ID that said MK, I frowned. It suspiciously sounded like a woman, so I considered my options. Again, there was only one. I picked up his phone and typed in a password, which I’d cracked earlier with Wagner’s help. Then I answered the call because I had no self-preservation instinct.
“Bazooka’s phone,” I chirped instead of the usual “Hello”.
After a short pause, a female voice spoke, confirming my suspicions.
“Hello. May I speak to Alisson?”
I frowned. “Who?”
“My son.”
“Lady, I think you have the wrong number.”
A pregnant pause ensued.
