Page 83 of Dare to be Different

“Not jerking off. Just… touching.” He breathes louder. “I’m thinking about Gar.”

I laugh at that. “Sure. What about him?”

“Fuck you, Zahn. Jerk off with me over the phone.” There’s a beat of silence while we both situate ourselves. My cool fingers wrap around my dick, but I keep my pants up to stay warm. “I’ve thought about it,” he admits. “Like, too much. A lot. Fucking jerked off about it before.”

I stroke myself slowly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” There’s a hitch to his voice now. “But would you… like, what position would you wanna be in? Fucking or fucked?”

I’ve thought a lot about it. I circle my fingers around the head of my cock, leaking already. “Everything with you is so new, so it makes me want to try something new. I’ve done a lot of fucking…” I blow out a wobbly breath. “But I’ve never been fucked before.”

He moans. “You’d want that? Me to fuck you?”

I nod, but he obviously doesn’t see it. “Yeah. I want it. I want it all. I want to fuck you, too. Would you…?”

He groans, not answering for a few seconds. “Shit, Zahn. I didn’t know I was allowed to want it. When you sucked my cock, everything changed. Fuck, that was so good.”

I grin, pulling my cock out now that my body is warming. I run my thumb through the gathered precum, massaging it into the tip. “Now you know why I couldn’t shut up about the blindfolded blowie.”

He coughs up a laugh, but it switches to a moan. “This is crazy, right?”

“So crazy.” I can hear him jacking off, which makes my hand move quicker, trying to match the sounds coming through the phone. “But I like it.” Because maybe my wild-man ways have morphed into a different kind of wild. The kind where I’m not a promiscuous slut with anyone and everyone, but willing to get wild and weird with my best friend.

Remy blurts, “I wanna suck your cock again. I’ve wanted it ever since that night.” I throb at that, and he must as well because he also blurts, “I’m gonna come. Come with me.”

I don’t know if it’s his desperation or the fact that this is all moving so fast and the anticipation is so high that I’m fuelled by adrenaline, or if it's because he told me to, but my cock pulses and I barely get time to lift my shirt. I drop the phone in the process, but it’s back to my ear a second later. The sound of Remy coming has my hips bucking into my fist.

“What the hell is happening to us, Rem?” I laugh breathlessly.

He doesn’t answer, but I can hear him cleaning up. I grab a bunch of tissues from the nightstand and wipe off my abs, tucking myself away and sinking down until my head hits the pillow. The Cold Bay lodges don’t feel so cold anymore.

“Can you sleep now, asshole?” Remy asks.

I grin, closing my eyes. “Fuck you, Rem.” I hang up on him and drift off with that grin still on my face.

Chapter 33

Despite being tired because some needy prick called me in the middle of the night and goaded me into jerking off over the phone with him, my day went alright and the flight was easy. Everything is set up for tomorrow’s trips, and the new Canadian company we are sort of partnering with is taking the brunt of the workload as a trial run over the next few weeks.

I rub my eyes as I step up to the counter, scanning a menu that’s basically a foreign language to me. “Hey, man,” I say to the guy. I don’t really know him, but he’s dating Maeve and owns this cafe.

“Hey, Remy,” he says. “Ben.”

I know that because I’m close with Maeve, but this guy has never shown any interest in getting to know her friends. Or maybe I’m just a dick and he’s a busy business owner like us.

“What’re you having?” he asks.

“Uh… coffee? A strong one.” Because everything else listed on the menu sounds Italian, and I have no idea what any of it is. I have a drip coffee maker, for shit’s sake. I’m not the uppity coffee kind of bitch, so yeah, just a coffee.

Ben laughs, and then I pay him a criminal amount of money for a coffee. No wonder he’s rich. Jesus fuck. I grab my coffee off the counter and am about to head out when someone touches my shoulder.

“Uhm, excuse me? Zahn, right?”

I turn around to see that leggy blond chick who was with Cami when we ran into her on the docks. “Hey, Sarah. Remy, actually.”

“Right. Sorry.” She smiles at me. “Was wondering if you wanted to join me?” She points at a table she’s clearly sitting at.

Fuuuuuck. The last thing I want to do is get mixed up with a chick who just got cheated on by another chick… who we fucked. But I’m an empathetic kind of guy, and even though I can’t do shit about what we took part in, maybe I can ease her mind somehow. I mean, I fucked her girlfriend, so it’s the least I can do.

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