Page 72 of Pucking the Enemy

“I’m a big boy, I can handle it.”

That was only partially a lie; my back had been aching something fierce from sleeping on the floor.

“In that case, I can return the futon?” he asked, looking at me with wide eyes as he pointed at the sofa.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” I said, taking a few steps into the room. Having some space of my own felt like a luxury.

“I’m going to go irritate Hazel. Pizza for dinner—are you in?”

“Sure, nothing with pineapple, please.”

“Another thing we agree on! We’ll be friends in no time. Pineapple and pizza is just…” Cormac shuddered dramatically as he left the room, giggling.

Nothing had ever felt as good as that futon. The second Cormac was out the door, I scrambled to get the linens on the bed. Hazel’s scent clung to the fabric, so she must have had something to do with it.

Lying down, I let out a long, involuntary moan as my spine finally relaxed. As I closed my eyes, I let my entire body go lax.

“Is it comfortable?” Hazel’s voice asked from the doorway.

Cracking an eyelid open, I smiled at her. “This is amazing,” I told her. “These blankets yours?” I asked, lifting up one of the pale blue blankets covered in white clouds.

“Some of them. I had to order more because I keep stealing things from the guys’ rooms, and I need to replace them.” As she spoke, she sat on the edge of my bed, smiling.

“It certainly beats the floor!” I laughed, sitting up and pulling Hazel in for a hug.

“I’m glad you guys are getting along a bit better,” she said, pulling back and smiling at me.

“They’re not the worst.”

Hazel burst into laughter. “You sounded in physical pain when you said that!”

“Old habits die hard. Did you give them the idea for this bed?”

Hazel shook her head. “That was all Cormac. He really did feel guilty about the itching powder. I might have also threatened him that I would lace his bedsheets with the same powder. Not that I would have. He has so many piercings on his dick that itching powder might just do him in.”

“Piercings?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. Oddly enough, Cormac seemed like just the kind of guy I would expect to have metal in his cock.

Hazel bit her lip, nodding. “Jacob’s ladder. There’s like fifteen of them!”

“Ouch! Maybe I should be thankful he just laced my boxers with itching powder, because anyone willing to get that many piercings must have a sadistic streak.”

“They’re amazing.” Hazel blushed as he spoke. Clearly, she had experienced those piercings in an intimate way.

What I would have given to see that.

“Damn, Hazelnut! You’ve been getting brave.” I laughed as she launched a pillow at me.

“It was about time I broadened my horizons!”

“Next thing I know, you’ll be drinking black coffee with no sugar at all!”

“And pigs may just fly!” She laughed.

There were many things I could imagine happening, but Hazel drinking black coffee seemed even less likely than me and her ever being together.

Hazel flopped down on the bed next to me with a sigh. “Well, any caffeine would be appreciated at this point. Phillip has made it his mission to keep me healthy. No energy drinks, no coffee. He’s even policing what kinds of tea I can have!”

“He’s doing it because he cares about you and the little peanut,” I reasoned.

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