Page 65 of Hot Doggin'
“Not even a little bit. And if you tell the Bitches, I’ll kill you. They laugh at us enough as it is.” He’s so grumpy it’s hilarious, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning. Grumpy Mac is adorable. “I don’t care what you say,” he complains, “I'm calling you Bernie.”
McCormick opens the bathroom door and a cloud of steam billows out around him. He looks like the lead singer of an eighties rock band taking the stage surrounded by smoke machines and backlighting. I kind of miss his red hair. The way it would darken when it was wet, looking burgundy almost. I can’t wait for it to grow back, but if he tries to cut it into a mullet again, I’ll shave that shit in a hot second.
He doesn’t even bother with pants or underwear, just sets his crutches aside and crawls under the covers with me. Scooting as close as he can to my body, Mac gets all handsy with me, grabbing my ass, sliding his hand in my underwear, his lips seeking out my neck, my ear, and whatever else he can get his mouth on.
“What’s gotten into you?” His lips suck the spot behind my ear, making me shiver, and I almost giggle.
“I’ve been doing research and I got some new things for us to try.”
“Research? You mean porn.”
Mac doesn’t even try to hide it. “The video was fucking hot. Are you game?”
“No, just scared. The guy who gets off to videos of women knitting watched a movie that made him hot. I can’t imagine what you saw. Was Betty Beasley doing cable knit stitches? Sanding and oiling her bamboo needles?”
“No,” he laughs. “Two guys were hot dogging while facing each other.”
“How is that possible since it involves sliding your meat between someone else’s buns?”
“No buns, just meat. Like this.” He crawls on top of me and straddles my thighs. When he reaches for my underwear, I glance down and notice the tip of his thigh. The skin looks red and dry.
“Mac, your leg is irritated and you haven’t done any skin care.”
“I will,” he dismisses me, “after I show you what I saw.”
“No. Now.” I scoot up the headboard and reach across the bed into his nightstand drawer for the lotion he uses. “What's this?”
I pull the long red silicone object from the drawer to inspect it.
He looks horrified. “Fuck. I forgot about it. You weren’t supposed to see that. Ever.”
“I bet not.” I’m laughing so hard I can’t even get a good look at the damn thing. But I think it’s a hot dog. A silicone hot dog.
Adildo dogordildog.
“What do you do with this thing?”
“The fuck you think I do with it?” He snatches it from my hand, tossing it back into the drawer.
But I reach forward again. “You slide this up your ass? Between your buns?” My cheeks hurt from smiling so wide.
“Go ahead.” He rolls his eyes. “Get all the hot dog jokes out now.”
“We could be here all night.”
“You’re fucking hilarious.” He grabs it from me again, tosses it in the drawer, and slams it shut.
“How long have you been using that? Is it new?”
“No.” His pale skin flushes red. “I've had it for about a year. I was curious.”
It’s a revelation. I had no idea he was curious before our kiss. “How long have you been thinking about my meat?”
“Longer than I’m gonna admit.”
“Seriously? Why haven’t you said anything, like… ever?”
“Oh yeah, how was that supposed to go, Bernie? Hey, while you’re rubbing my hair, could you slide your hand a little lower and maybe rub my cock? I like sitting next to you on the couch, but I might like sitting on your dick even better. Mind if I try?”
