Page 31 of Someone Like You

“But you haven’t even heard his name yet?—”

“I’m hanging up,” I said flatly.

“No wait the real reason I’m calling is because Ikindasortacloggedthetoiletandnowit’soverflowingandIdon’tknowhowtomakeitstop,” he said so quickly that I almost couldn’t decipher his words.

But I got the gist of it. “Okay, tell Cam or Josh or the new hunky roommate, Jordan.”

“I can’t tell them! Especially not my new husband! It’s too early in the relationship for that kind of honesty. Jesus, Isaac, I’m really upset with you right now. How could you even suggest such a thing?—”

“Fine!” I shouted. “I’ll be there soon, you unbelievable sack of baloney!”

“Isaac you really are the best friend?—”

I hung up. I couldn’t believe this. Jordan couldn’t even handle an overflowing toilet on his own. What a fucking cockblocker. And I bet, even if hehadknown what I was up to, hestillwould have called rather than figure things out on his own.

“Why am I friends with him?” I mumbled.

“You gotta go?” Brody asked, and I’d almost forgotten I was still sitting on top of him. Almost, because that hot rod digging into my ass was entirely unforgettable.

“Yeah,” I said. “But shouldn’t I help you with?—”

“No. I’ll be fine, Isaac.”

I desperately wanted to make him come, to watch his expression, to hear the sounds he made, and I tried not to be too disappointed at his refusal.

I reluctantly dragged myself off Brody’s magnificent thighs. My eyes slid over every inch of him, and my eager cock twitchedin my cum-soaked pants. He looked deliciously wrecked, despite us barely doing anything. His eyes were half-lidded, his lips glossy and red, his shirt a little disheveled.

“Like what you see?” he murmured, rubbing his hand along his still-hard cock and leaning his head back. His thick neck was exposed as he peered at me from slitted eyes, and holy fuck, I wanted to forget all about Jordan and his incompetency.

“You have no fucking idea,” I rasped. Then, my voice brimming with regret, I said, “But if I don’t want our house to turn into a sewer, I gotta get going. I really, really, don’t want to, though. I just thought you should know that.”

Brody was still lazily stroking his cock through his sweats like he had all the time in the world, and then an idea jumped to the front of my mind and stomped out all other thoughts. I blurted it out before thinking it through. “You should take a video of yourself coming and—and send it to me,” I said.

His hand stilled, and he just watched me for a long moment. Then his lips quirked up on one side and he said, “Maybe I will.”

“Okay,” I said, sounding desperately enthusiastic. Who even was I? “Okay, well…uh…I’ll see you on Saturday?” I said, and it came out as a question, which I wasn’t thrilled about. I didn’t like being unsure or acting like it either, but I was, a little bit. This was uncharted territory, and despite my willingness to pursue whatever had begun between us, I was still completely inexperienced.

“I’ll see you on Saturday,” Brody said. His eyes followed me across the room as I slipped my boots and jacket on, and then I gave him an awkward wave like we hadn’t just rutted on each other like animals.

“Bye,” I said, lingering too long.

“Bye, Isaac,” he said, still sprawled out on the couch.

I hoped to god he sent me a dirty video.

And I wasn’t going to think about the fact that it was technically Jordan who had sent me over the edge into the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. No, that was a truth I would bury deep, deep down and never, ever dig back up.

Because…ew.

“Holy shit, Jordan. Pun intended.”

“Not a good pun. I need you to turn in your pun card.”

“You don’t get to be snarky right now, you’ve completely ruined our fucking bathroom!”

“You started it by making a god-awful pun that has no place in this house! No place!”

“So…explain to me again how this happened?”

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