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What? Well, then. Game. Fucking. On.
It just means I don’t like to share what’s mine.
Yours? I don’t recall belonging to anyone.
And I seem to recall that you had no problem belonging to me when we were together in bed.
The way I remember that night, you belonged to me, Sir.
What? Who had who bent over the footboard, begging them to fuck them into next week?
And who took who into the bedroom to begin with?
And who saw who and couldn’t resist taking them there? Come on, Ever, I can go all night.
I know you can.
Damnit. The last thing I needed was a hard-on while sitting next to Cole in a car with an APB on it as we were actively evading police, but I guess that was my life now. Ifthere was ever a good time to think of something unsexy, now was that time. Conrad in a Speedo at a family pool party we had back when I was in middle school, came to mind. Yup, focusing on my uncle’s wrinkly ball sack trapped inside a thin layer of spandex should do the trick nicely.
Why don’t you come over now?
My audible groan was loud enough to catch some side-eye from Cole. Of course, Ever would be asking me to come over right now. Somewhere in Hell, my father was laughing up at me because only this terrible timing could have been orchestrated by him.
?
I would if I could, but I’m kind of in the middle of something right now.
What? Are you out stalking another woman? Who is she?
Leave it to Ever to be jealous of the thought that her stalker may have a side piece.
I’m a one-woman kind of fucked up man.
Okay, then what is it? You really are a superhero, aren’t you?
I’m no one, Ever.
I don’t believe you. Why won’t you show me who you are, then?
I will. Someday.
And when I do, you’ll hate me even more than you already do.
If you can’t come over, then I guess I’ll just have to have my other boyfriend take care of what you can’t.
So, she really did have a boyfriend? No. That can’t be right. I would have seen him by now. My grip on the phone had become vice-like, and I held myself back from demanding Cole to turn the car around and head to Ever’s house. My fingers were getting ready to type out a response when I was stopped by dots indicating Ever was typing again.
Allow me to introduce you to him.
I stared at my phone, all traces of anger evaporating when Ever’s date for the evening appeared on the screen. A vibrator. The him in question was a question mark-shaped, lube-covered, purple vibrator. You would think I would be relieved that Ever’s beau was made of silicone. That would be the healthy reaction, after all. But no, not me. Strangely enough, the thought of Ever’s vibrator being inside that perfect pussy of hers instead of me was doing nothing to quell my envy. Mentally, I threw up my hands.
Well, that’s it. No amount of envisioning Conrad in any state of undress was going to get rid of this erection now.
Show me how you use it.
The dots appeared again. Holding my breath, my eyes remained glued to my phone, praying to the God of orgasmsthat a video would appear, even if watching my alter-ego’s maybe girlfriend getting herself off as I sat in silence next to one of my best friends was a tad awkward.
A photo taken from Ever’s navel on down appeared on my screen. Her deep blue panties, trimmed with white lace, were pulled down slightly with the vibrator, firmly clutched in her hand, peeking out from underneath. Okay. This was a start.
