Page 4 of Waiting on Life
“All right, I feel a lot better now. So tell me about this mysterious hottie of yours.”
The thought of Toby made me shiver. I’d always had a thing for big men, and I loved tattoos. I never thought of bald as particularly sexy, but he rocked it hard.
“Imagine the perfect man, and once you have that image, forget it, because he blows them all away. He’s got this deep voice, a little paunch, and his muscles have baby muscles of their own. He has these piercing gray eyes, and a beard and mustache that has a sprinkling of gray in it.”
“Sounds old.”
“I don’t think he was. I figure him to be about thirty or so.”
“And you’re twenty-four. You don’t think that’s a gap?”
“Six years? Please. My parents were ten. Hell, your parents were twelve.”
Pete reached out and smacked my knee. “And they’re all divorced, dude.”
“Uh, your father divorced your mom because he wanted to boink his secretary. Hismalesecretary.” I snickered. “Who is now your stepmom.”
“Stepdad, you ass.” He drained his bottle in one long chug, then leveled a glare at me. “You are a hateful bitch, you know that?” He pointed at my beer bottle. “Want another?”
“Nah, but thanks. You know me and alcohol.” One beer and I was even more loose-lipped than usual. And somehow my mouth generally got me into trouble. Go figure.
“So you like this guy?”
Did I? I mean, he was the ideal image of a man, at least as far as I was concerned, but I knew nothing about him.
“He’s sexy as fuck, but that’s all I can say. He seemed nice when we were downstairs, but that was a whole five minutes. I’m not picking out china patterns based on a conversation that lasted about the same as your last relationship.”
“It wasn’t arelationship. It was a hookup. No promises were shared, only some bodily fluid. We didn’t even bother to exchange numbers.” Pete smirked. “Not that I wouldn’t like to see him again. If you had seen the size of his—”
“Dude, please. I heard you howling. I covered my head with a pillow and still couldn’t blot it out.”
“Why do you think I wish I had gotten his number? I couldn’t walk straight for two days, and it was the most delicious ache ever.” His eyes shone. “He did this thing with his mouth while he was fucking me and—”
“Okay, that’s enough. I haven’t gotten laid in… God, eight months. As it stands, a cold shower is on the agenda after seeing Toby and hearing you wax nostalgic.”
Pete grinned. “Oh? Are you going to jack off thinking about me?”
“Ew, no!” Okay, I was totally going to jack off. “I’m going to be thinking about Toby and wondering if his cock is equal to his body, all big and thick.”
Pete gave a wry snort. “With your luck? It’s going to be a micropenis that you can’t even feel.”
It was unusual for me, because I have to admit, I like guys with big ones, but I found myself not caring if Toby did have a small dick, because he was… different.
“I like the guy, not what swings between his legs.”
Pete jumped up and moved away. “I can’t be near you, because a lightning bolt that big would take out half the block.”
That made me grin. “You’re a nut.”
“And you’re a goof, but I love you anyway.”
“Same goes, bro.” I clapped my hands together. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go yank out a load.”
He groaned as I sauntered off toward the bathroom, and that made my great night even better.
Toby
I dragged my ass into the house at four in the morning. The afternoon and into the night hadn’t gotten any better. For some reason there were a lot more people than normal for a weekday. Not that I was complaining, because it was a good cash sheet, which made the owner happy, and that kept me employed. Still, I would need to hire another bartender and server fast, because with Cary being gone on vacation, running the bar alone would suck sweaty balls. I reached out to Hank Jeffords, the owner, but in his words, he was very hands-off, and that’s what he paid me for. So, the headache was mine.
