Page 115 of Damaged Protector

I didn’t even look at him, but I could tell he was smiling even as I replied with a curt, “No.”

“You sure?” he asked in a mocking tone. “That’s the second time I’ve seen you mess with your dick in the past hour.”

“Maybe we should address the fact that you seem a little too obsessed with my dick. Does Landree know about this?”

He laughed and stood beside me, copying my position with his hands crossed in front of his groin as we watched the crowd.

“Who was it last night? The brunettes?”

I tried to contain my sigh. “No.”

He leaned a little to the left, searching. “The curvy one over there with the afro?”

“Nope.”

“That curly-headed blonde?”

Jesus, he didn’t give up. “No, asshole.”

“That group over there?” He tipped his head to the left.

“Yes,” I said sarcastically. “I fucked seven women in one night.”

“That’s a record even for you.” He paused. “You know your penis is going to literally fall off one day, right?”

I chuckled. “I guarantee you get more tail than me, ace.”

“Yeah, with my wife.” He sighed contentedly. “Every. Single. Day.”

“Landree is a fan of the curve, huh?”

“I’m honored you know so much about my cock, dude. That means a lot.”

Snickering, I said, “Not by choice. You sent that entire series of unsolicited dick pics in the group chat, remember?”

“That mole was very concerning,” he argued. “I needed some people I could trust to take a look.”

“You ever heard of a doctor?”

“I didn’t want to just go into the doctor’s office and wave my penis around on a whim. That’s why I asked my friends for their opinions first.”

“I’m still disturbed by those photos. I may need therapy.”

“Yeah, and I was overwhelmed by the lack of concern from the people who are supposed to have my back.”

“But not your front,” I pointed out. “Never your front.”

“You didn’t answer my question earlier. Why are you being so secretive about who you banged last night?”

“Because I spent the night alone, okay?” I blurted.

Bode’s eyebrows shot up. “I figured you’d jump at the chance. I can’t imagine you have much opportunity to get your stinger wet since you have a house guest.”

The mention of the word stinger made me think of Bee, and my eyes instantly sought her out, smiling when I found her laughing with one of the authors.

“You all seem to think I’m some kind of animal, incapable of being celibate for a few months. It’s not that big a deal.”

His eyebrows lifted in surprise, and then he snickered. “Whatever you say, Pope Hawk of North Carolina.”

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