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My spine straightens as my eyes focus on him. There’s something about the way he moves that draws my eyes to him like a magnet. His swagger is cool and confident, so commanding, you know he’s the real deal. Exuding glacial, dangerous vibes. Supremely attractive.
I already established I’m fucked up.
Apparently, in the last two days, I’ve forgotten how magnificent he is. It’s freezing on the streets, but he’s not wearing a jacket like he was the other night, only a dark green flannel shirt, the top buttons undone, offering a glimpse of the white Henley underneath. It stretches tightly over his huge biceps and curvy pecs, ending just above his muscular ass, clad in worn black jeans. I know I’m ogling the red-hot beast, but it seems like that’s my automatic bodily response to him.
Lori’s high whistle makes me jump. “Hello, lumbersnack Daddy.”
I follow the direction of his lusty eyes and abruptly let out a loud “No!” The sound of my hand crushing the empty burger wrapper resounds inside the car.
“Jesus! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” He presses his hand on his chest and stares at me with his mouth wide open.
I swear under my breath. “He’s off limits, Lori.” Because fuck, I don’t want my beautiful and lively best friend around him.
“Are you calling dibs?” he asks.
“Can’t,” I mumble.
“Oh, you don’t think he’s loud and proud on team dick?”
“He is.”
Lori’s gaze goes back to Hulk, who has stopped near a huge beat-up pickup, placing his shopping bags under the plastic sheet covering the bed of the truck.
“Even if he wasn’t, I’d enjoy trying to turn him,” he purrs.
“Lori, I know he likes dick!” I growl, wanting him to stop imagining being fucked by Hulk. I know he’s doing it. Because that’s what I’ve been doing since the first time I saw him fighting in the ring, all rugged and ripped.
“How the hell…? Hold the fuck on! You shaggedhim?” He sounds stunned.
“Hey, you don’t think I could get him?” I ask, kind of offended by his surprised tone.
“I’m so bloody relieved. I thought I had to scatter your sex life ashes in Lake Michigan!” He closes his smooth hands on my face and makes his lips quake in a fake tremble.
“Cut it out. I only blew him.” I shake his blue fingernails off my cheeks.
“His dick must be huge, if it’s proportionate to the massive rest of him. And your jaw still moves properly. You make Papa Lori very proud.” He pats my shoulder in a ridiculous, satisfied way.
But he’s right, Hulk’s cock is a monstrous beauty. I haven’t stopped dreaming about getting fucked by that gorgeous thing. Torn in two while sitting on it and feeling it punch all the way into my guts. God, that cock is gigantic perfection. The perfect shape. The perfect length. Perfect girth. It fits gorgeously in my mouth.
Lori closes his empty food container and places it on the back seat before angling his head toward Hulk again. “He’s a giant. He can look two-stories tall if I squint.”
I snort, jabbing his side with my elbow. Hulk gets inside his car, and I immediately miss the sight of his colossal figure. All of a sudden I’m assaulted by a strange foreboding apprehension of never seeing him again. Perhaps that’s why I abruptly yell, “Follow him!”
“What? You want me to follow the son of King Kong and that lovely young lady he got frisky with on top of the Empire State Building?” Lori’s high-pitched voice is dripping with incredulity and…excitement.God help us all.
“Go!” I can’t believe I’m saying these words to the worst driver ever. I must be temporarily nuts.
He responds by snapping his head straight forward and zeroing his eyes in on the road. He pulls whatever the opposite of smoothly is into traffic, and then floors it down the boulevard—a big disturbing smile plastered on his face.
I can see Hulk’s pickup roof, it’s three cars ahead of us. Lori honks at a woman who’s about to cross the street—on the marked crosswalk—making her jump back while he swears at her.
“For Christ’s sake, why do you have to turn into the fast and the freaking furious the second you get behind a wheel?”
Lori huffs. “Stop bitching, Miss Daisy. Where did King Kong Jr. go?”
“There!” I point at the back of Hulk’s vehicle disappearing around a corner.
I hold on to the oh-shit bar for dear life as Lori doesn’t check his mirror or indicate he’s switching lanes before making a hard turn. He then slams on the brakes right before his front bumper comes in contact with the car in front of us. I’m jolted sharply forward before the seatbelt yanks my body back, and I hit the seat hard. My aching body protests with a grunt.
