Page 26 of Lorcan's Obsession

Ashton: IMO more like spreading your seeds and diseases around the world

Keaton: HAHA. Nailed it!

Me: Guys! I called for this meeting. FOCUS!

Brad: Jeez, who pissed on you lucy?

Me: FU Brad. Pay attention. I was going down on a girl, she stopped me midway saying I wasn't "getting her there." I'm confused AF coz she came on my tongue.

Keaton: H-O-L-Y-S-H-I-T

Ashton: Xcuz me!!! Since when do you give bjs?

Brad left the group.

Fifteen minutes later, I initiated a video call with Keaton and Ash. Brad took longer to get on, and when he did arrive, he reprimanded me for another five minutes. According to him, I’d lose my dick status and become Tristen’s “little bitch” because I’d given her one of two things I denied everyone else.

“Will you listen to the fucking story, Brad?” I shouted, exasperated.

“No. Her hands did not wrap around your cock. Her skin did not touch yours. It was not a fair exchange. I’ll send Medevac if you meet with her again,” Brad complained.

“Then how do you explain me coming in my pants in the elevator, dipstick?”

Ashton choked on his Monster drink. “You what?”

“Fuck me. This woman is my soulmate. I have to meet her,” Brad said.

“No, Bradley,” I growled at him.

“Man, you are so whipped about her,” Keaton piped.

“No shit! I’ve been obsessed with her for three weeks straight. Every day that I don’t have her feels like tiny razors digging under my skin.”

“Fuck. This chat wins against Grand Theft Auto. How can we be of service?” Ashton asked.

“If you want carpet munching Ed, Redtube is a good starting point,” Brad chimed in.

“Brad! Have you been listening? We can’t blame it on technique. She came on my tongue. We are trying to find what else might have gone wrong.”

“How’d she taste?” Ashton interjected.

“Seriously?”

“As a heart attack,” he replied, wiggling his brows. “You can’t just summon us for the serious shit all the time. Tell us some naughty bits about her, then we might help you.”

“Fuckin’ ass.”

The reminder of her taste set my skin on fire. She was exquisite.

Ashton snickered and leaned closer, eyes twinkling with curiosity. “Well? You gonna tell us, or just stare off into space mooning about her?”

I grinned before answering, “Fresh like dew at dawn with the sweetness of honey.”

“Oooh, fuck!” Ashton chortled. “Our dumb boy is joining the ranks of Shakespeare!”

We burst into a fit of laughter, melting away the tension that had been gnawing at me. Keaton spoke after the raucous died down.

“It could be her. Maybe her mind was everywhere, and that's why she had to leave.”

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