Page 14 of Wristlocked
“Well, duh. His dick is amazing. You should see it. Wait, do you like dick?”
“Are you talking about my dick?” Lyot calls out.
“Are you yelling about your dick from across the room?” I yell back. Across the room.
“Not anymore.” He appears at the table, spinning a chair deftly toward him and straddling it with a grin. “I’m getting close for this conversation.”
“How are you still sober?” I ask.
Vaya laughs and leans in conspiratorially. “Yes, Gia, dick is on thelonglist of things that I like.”
“Me too,” I confess.
“Me three,” Lyot says, then smirks when Vaya gapes at him. “What? It’s true.”
“Oh, you guys are gonna be fun,” she chuckles.
“Oi, mate,” Ren calls. “Leave the dick talk to the girls and get back here. She’s gone to get another drink, and we can start a new game without her.”
“I heard that,” Jules sing-songs from the bar.
“Ren is right.” I give Lyot a shove. “Take your stupid, amazing dick and go play with your balls. Leave us to our girl talk.”
“All right, I’m going. But you know it won’t be as much fun without me.” He pushes back from the table, winks at Vaya, and blows me a kiss as he leaves.
“So,” she says, returning to our interrupted conversation. “Friends. With benefits?”
“Huh?” I murmur, distracted by Lyot’s ass in jeans. “Oh. Yes.”
“And you both like dick?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Ever like it together?”
“Together?” Heat shimmers down my spine and flickers low in my belly. “Like with another guy? At the same time?”
“Why not?”
“Well…” I shake my head. My skin itches like it’s too tight, and heat pools between my thighs. “I’m sure if I was sober, I could think of a reason,” I finish with a faint laugh.
“Ha.” She wags a knowing finger at me. “Not a good one.”
“You’ve done it?” I ask.
“Sort of.” Her smile is wicked. “I was wearing one of the dicks.”
“Oh mygod. Vaya.” In my current state, I am sure she is the most fascinating person I have ever met.
“No pegging either, I take it?”
“Are you serious?”
“Are you traumatizing Gia with your depraved appetites?” Jules asks, dropping into Lyot’s vacated chair with her fresh drink.
“How can you tell?”
“I know the signs. Don’t listen to her, Gia. She likes to shock people.”
