Page 241 of Sticks and Stones
“Yeah, he’s sexy.”
Jesus.
Christ.
“Ethan, we’ve had our fun. I get it.”
No, he didn’t get it.
Blackhawk wasn’t done.
“He’s afraid that I’m going to fall out of love with him and run away with a woman,” he stated, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet and a fifty. “I need one of you to kiss me.”
Gene was appalled.
“EJ!”
He pointed at him.
“NO! You think that some random woman is going to walk up to me, kiss me, and I’m going to suddenly stop liking your dick. So I’m going to show you how ridiculous that is! I’m going to kiss one of them, and you’ll see I’m not an idiot.”
The pretty hooker held out her hand.
“For fifty, I’ll give you more than a kiss. That’s usually head too. He can watch if that’s his kink.”
Gene sputtered.
The redhead laughed and leaned on the door of the Mustang like she was trying to pick up a John.
“If your man is going to kiss a bunch of hookers to try and prove he loves you, that’s all kinds of crazy. He definitely loves you. Do you know where we put our mouths?”
Yeah, Gene did, and that was why he was horrified.
He tried to mitigate this crazy as best he could. It was insane.
“EJ, get in the car,” he stated.
Only, Ethan wasn’t going to until Gene got the whole picture. He could talk to a bunch of women, especially ones where sex was an absolute given, and he still wouldn’t cheat or give him up.
He wasn’t a whore.
“He’s afraid I’m going to go undercover on a date and decide that I prefer women. He’s the first guy I’ve ever been with, and the only other person I’ve said I love you to. I don’t know how to make him understand howHUGEthat is.”
The one hooker sighed.
“Baby, men ain’t shit. Their dogs ain’t shit, and their sorry-ass dicks really ain’t shit. He should know that you wouldn’t do that. I mean, I’m standing here with my knockers out, and you haven’t looked once. They are fabulous.”
Gene had to have fallen and hit his head. That was theONLYexplanation for this.
“So the consensus is that all of you would rather have sex with him, than me, correct?”
They nodded.
“I mean, you’re pretty, but I’d rather jump his bones,” the blonde said, pointing at Gene. “I like a big man with a big dick,” she said, dropping her arm over Ethan’s shoulders. “What size shoe is he?”
Gene stared with his mouth open.
Why did he feel so dirty?
