Page 88 of Single Teddy
“O-M-G,” she exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hands. “Tell meeverything!”
“Fine,” I said. “But no running commentary, please.”
“You know you love my commentary.”
I submitted with a sigh and told her about last night and the day before. In far more detail than I’d ever shared with her before, but I was bursting at the seams to tell someone, so I didn’t care.
“Holy fuck! I spoke it into existence,” she said.
“You what?”
“I did. Who kept telling you to go for it and get your hot daddy? Me?”
“Are you seriously trying to take credit for what happened?”
“Well, I like to think I played a part in my brother getting a good dicking.”
“I regret telling you anything.” I sighed.
“So how big are we talking? Just tell me when to stop.” She put her two index fingers in front of one another and kept widening the gap until it was half as long as the car.
“Seriously? Bigger?”
“He literally rearranged my guts,” I said.
“Holy moly.” She dropped her hands, but seconds later, she held one up and made a circle that kept getting bigger and bigger.
“How thick?” Her fingers created a semicircle, and I gave her an affirmative nod to put her out of her misery.
“That’s it. You hit the jackpot,” she said.
“My ass begs to differ.” I laughed.
“Tell your ass to shut up and get used to it. You finally found a man who’s not only gorgeous, but treats you nice, and he’s got the world’s biggest dick. If your ass has a problem, tell it to take a hike.”
I shrugged.
“It might if he keeps fucking me.”
Ruby laughed.
“Sounds like someone needs to do some kegels or something. I’m sure there’s a way to stretch. I’ll Google it.”
I put my hand between her and her phone and begged her not to, but that definitely didn’t stop her.
“The internet is unanimous. It says you need tons of lube and big sex toys.”
I rolled my eyes as if I didn’t have those already, but I’d already shared too much. Instead, I focused on getting us somewhere public so we could stop talking about my asshole and Teddy’s dick.
We found our way to the port and ditched the car to walk on the wide pedestrianized street that was full of shops, stands, and food trucks.
“Isn’t that Mr. Big?” Ruby pointed at a blond man inside a food truck, and I shushed her.
But she was right. That was Teddy in a soft aquamarine sweater that looked a little too small, working next to a gorgeous and petite Black man and laughing together. Something twisted in my guts at the mere sight. Was that Zach, his new boss?
He was fucking gorgeous. Why didn’t he mention how handsome he was? As if I stood a chance next to this hot piece of ass.
“Are you okay?”
