Page 77 of Not A Chance

His body jolted when my finger met its target. I knew I was on borrowed time with my inappropriate actions, so I was quick to add the rest of my fingers and palm to wrap around his cock.

“Rocky,” he hissed but notably didn’t do a damn thing to stop me. Maybe he wanted to see what I would do next.

I moved my hand up and down his length. As a man in peak physical condition, his circulation was top-tier as he immediately started to harden under my hand. I paused briefly at the tip of his length, which was now pressing upward against my hand, and rubbed my thumb over the sensitive underside of the head as much as the fabric separating our skin would allow.

“What?” I batted my eyelashes. “So what do you pick as the prize if Emery doesn’t get upset about us?” His hips shifted slightly as I continued to alternate between firm and soft pressure against his fully hard appendage—that extra legroom sure came in handy. Good thing the blanket was up high enough on his chest, which gave me this room to play, or the flight attendants would be getting a show any second.

He moved as close to my ear as possible to whisper, “Can we please not say my sister’s name while you have your hand on my cock?” Theo nipped the skin he’d pressed his lips against in retaliation. “Doyou think I won’t make you pay for this little stunt?”

This time, a laugh did break free. God, this was fun. It was easy to let go for a minute when I knew Theo would play along with whatever scheme I came up with. When was the last time I just got to enjoy something like this?

“I’m counting on it.” I moved so that our lips were now pressed together. I took his bottom lip between my teeth and gave a particularly firm stroke to the rock-hard length in my hand.

He stifled his groan by pressing his lips firmly against mine and thrusting his tongue into my mouth and turned the moment from playful to hotter than hell within seconds.

There was only so far we could take this little game of arousal before a public indecency charge was added to our criminal records, and we’d hit that limit.

I pulled back to soften the kiss to little pecks and gave his cock a little “there, there” pat before I released it as an inelegant snort of laughter escaped me.

Theo grabbed my hand that had gone rogue, securing it in his once more. He gave it a warning squeeze that only made me laugh once again.

“I’m going to win this bet. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

I didn’t mention that he hadn’t set the terms yet, giving him a break because he was currently occupied with some deep breaths to relax thelargelyinconvenient situation he had going on down below.

Didn’t stop him from giving me a stern look, which only served to send another sizzle of arousal through me.

I couldn’t wait to see what he came up with.

When the rideshare dropped me off in front of the familiar two-story home in Almaden Valley, for the first time in all my visits over the years, its warm stone exterior didn’t spark excitement in me.

My rational brain recognized that Emery was literally the coolest, most giving person I knew.

Indie

Hey, Em. Check your porch.

Emery

I told you that you didn’t need to worry about presents this year! Mailing stuff is such a pain. You shouldn’t have!

Indie

Just check, okay?

Emery

Fine. Hold on.

Em’s front down swung open and revealed my adorablydisheveled best friend. She had blue paint on one cheek. It was watercolor, maybe, or some sort of acrylic mixture. Her hands were covered in graphite, so she added to her look when she brought her hands up to her cheeks in surprise.

“Did I break you?” My smile was timid, which was a direct contrast to the cheeky grin at surprising her any other day of our lives.

Em’s giggle sounded somewhat unhinged once she got over the shock of seeing me at her door.

“I haven’t slept properly in a week. Are you really here? Or am I manifesting your spirit as a distraction from my current artistic failure?” She reached out to hug me, but when her hands made it to her eye level, she discovered how dirty they were and hesitated.

“Come here.” I wasn’t afraid of getting dirty. Neither of us were really huggers. Emery, in particular, was very specific about that, but both our natural instincts seemed to be overridden because we’d never been separated for so long since we’d met.

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