Page 25 of Man Hands
“I have no idea what that means.” Tom shakeshishead.
My own phone is dancing a jig in my handbag. So I pullitout.
Ash: Oh, honey. We’re hereforyou.
Sadie: Wow. You weren’t kidding. I’m sorry the world is seeing that, but it really WAS the hottest sex ever to hit a boathouse. *Fansself*
Ash: Sadie, she doesn’t want to hear thatrightnow.
Sadie: Why not. If I just broke the internet with my sex tape, I’d want to know it was agoodone.
“OH MY GOD!” I shriek. “THAT’S WHY THE PHOTOGRAPHER CALLED ME LITTLE BUNNY!” I really do say that in all caps because what’s happening in my brain is in all caps and it includes my Easter panties, his giant cock, and me revving like a lawnmower.
“What’s the matter?” Tom is maneuvering his giant Man Truck between the gates of his mansion. But instead of waiting for an answer, he slams the truck into park andjumpsout.
As I spin around in my seat to watch, he slams the gates closed, wraps a thick metal chain around the joining parts, then padlocks themtogether.
Another set of headlights appears beyond the gates. “Fuck,” Tom says. He gives the car the finger and then does a flying leap back into the truck. He really has some superhero moves,thisTom.
If I weren’t freaking out right now, I’d probably findithot.
He parks the truck inside his giant four-stall garage and then kills the engine. Everything goes dark, including my phone because I’ve stuffed it back into my bag, hoping against all hope that I’ve leapt to the wrong conclusion. We sit there a moment in the silence while my brainexplodes.
“Can you tell me what’s the matter?” he asks, his voice deep and smokybesideme.
“S-something about a sex t-tape,” I stammer. It can’t be true. It justcan’t.
“A…what?” He grabs his phone off the seat and starts scrolling. His frown is illuminated by the blue light. And he’s handsome even like that,damnit.
My thoughts are like a popcorn machine without the top on. Bouncing all over theplace.
And now I’m a little hungry for popcorn. I like it really salty and with so much butter that your hand glistens with popcorn magic and— FOCUSBRYNN!
“Holy shit,” Tom whispers. “Jesus H.” He stabs the screen one more time, and then there’s a soundtrack. First, a female sigh and a moan. The indistinct growl of asexyman.
My traitorous nipples harden immediately. Down,girls!
“Unnnh,” the female voice says. “Fuck me.FUCKME.”
Every inch of my skin goes cold the moment I recognize my own voice. But even then I’m not absolutely sure. This couldn’t be happening to me. Holding my breath, I lean over to see Tom’sscreen.
Now, when you get really stressed out, your brain makes some weird accommodations. For five seconds or so my mind refuses to acknowledge the right half of the video on Tom’s phone. And the left half is glorious! There is a fine pair of muscular man buns clenching on each erotic thrust. I could watch thatallday.
But then my subconscious dares me to take in the rest of the frame. AndIlook.
And I reallyshouldn’thave.
“Omigod,” I gasp. “Oh. God. Tell me that’s not on the internet. Where did you get that? DID YOU TAKE THAT VIDEO OF ME?Omigod.”
Tom stops the video and drops the phone like a hot potato. “Brynn, I’m so fuckingsorry.”
“Did youdothis?”
“No! I’dnever… God, no! I don’t know who took that. Only a monster would do that. Well, only a monster wouldshareit, because, actually, that was some seriously finefootage—”
A slap rings out, and I think it was from me. I’ve smacked his big biceps inanger.
Tom grabs my hands and holds them together. Then he dips his head and kisses my palms quickly. “Brynn, listen. We’ll get to the bottom of this. I’ll fix it. Ipromiseyou.”
