Page 44 of Talk Nerdy To Me
Chapter 15
BASE
“I hate Randy. Let’s kick him out of the band,” Sticks says as he drops beside me on the wall.
“I would, but there was that blood offering, the chalice, a fire, and his Mom’s terrifying grimoire all involved in that band pact we made,” I tell him distractedly as I glance over some of my messages.
Without missing a beat, he says, “I voted for a simple pinky swear.”
I snort out a laugh, not looking up from my phone as I swap over to emails.
“Why is the guy you made that weird insult about staring at us?” Sticks asks as he leans toward me just a little.
“Because he’d like to see me dead, most likely,” I say with a shrug, lips twitching with the grin I manage to restrain.
I’m a cock-blocking motherfucker, and I doubt it’ll be the last time I act like I have a right to block any ‘candidates for her hymen issue.’
Britt emerges, moving right up against my side, and I thread her fingers with mine as I start guiding her through people. Sticks falls in behind her, and we manage to weave all the way out of the building to where the van is getting loaded.
“Britt can sit in the floor with me. You still sober?” I ask Taylor as he walks toward us.
“Never drank a drop,” he sighs.
Britt hesitates, her eyes on the girls.
“They’re not vipers, Red,” Sticks tells her, nudging her with his shoulder.
Why the hell does it bother me when Sticks touches her? This is not being friendly.
She gives a tight smile. “Why would you make that comment?” she asks like she needs more context.
It makes my smile start to spread.
“You were looking at them like you’re worried,” Taylor says quietly, almost as though he’s working damn hard to reassure her that this won’t be too bad.
Her face relaxes, and her smile spreads easily. “I’m capable of handling all types of people. I have word counts now to help ease the awkward conversations.”
Sticks and Taylor exchange a confused look.
“I’m worried about the amount of semen possibly staining the shag carpeting, now that we’ll be in the floor. On the ride over, you boasted how many girls you’ve had back there. I’ve never read about how many sexually transmitted infections can be transferred without actual sexual contact.”
Taylor’s eyebrows go up in surprise about the time Sticks and I both burst into laughter. I’m doubled over, losing my grip on her hand as my sides start to ache.
“We’re clean,” Taylor says, even as he fights his own laughter.
“The carpet is clean?” she asks, confused.
“No. I mean we all get tested fairly regularly after some questionable life choices,” he tells her, working harder not to grin now.
“He means you’re not going to catch something from the shag carpeting,” Sticks tells her bluntly, and she exhales heavily while relaxing.
She barely gets inside before sticking out her hand and introducing herself to the girls. “Hi, I’m Britt Sterling.”
One of the girls scoots over and pats the seat beside her. “You can sit here. Make the guys sit on the semen shag.”
Britt immediately takes her up on it without even glancing in our direction.
I scrub a hand over the back of my neck. “You dicks should probably act at least a little classier. Just sayin’,” Randy says on his way by as he scratches his balls.
