Page 94 of False Start

“Mayhem!”

I shot up straight, lost my balance, and righted myself. “What? Damn!”

A wry smile curled over his lips. “You’re going to want some of that super cold ice you’re so fond of when we’re done.”

Was he talking about the jumps or the outline of his junk?

“He caught you staring,” Rory said, snorting out a giggle from behind me.

“Shut up.”

“I wonder if he’s a shower and a grower?” she said since she clearly didn’t know what shut up meant.

My skate dragged along the kick rail and I stumbled. “Oh. My. God. Would you stop?” I hissed over my shoulder.

“I think she already knows,” Marty said, squeezing in tight behind Rory.

“We haven’t done anything,” I mumbled.

I wanted to. I really fucking wanted to.

But he had those flaming asshole tendencies that made me want to choke him.

And that damn no kissing rule.

I wasn’t breaking it on principle. He wasn’t breaking it on honor.

One of us needed to end the misery.

I had a feeling if I was the one driven to cross the line first, I was going to suck his face clean off his skull.

And Rory would be asking why I’m not sucking the anaconda in his pants.

Well, I wanted that fucker too.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to do much more than kiss for him to grind that eager son of a bitch against you,” Rory said. “He looks like he’d be a total grinder.”

“We have a no kissing rule.”

“Girl, why?” Marty asked. “Get frustrated and pissed off out here on the track, then work that shit out on his dick off the track. Seems like a no-brainer.”

“Says the woman who has more energy than all of us off this track since she doesn’t stand for eight to ten hours a day before she gets here,” I said.

“Shit, I’d roll out of a casket to ride that fucking pole,” Marty said.

“Okay, I know you guys are fucking around, but I’m really going to need you to stop talking about wanting to hop on his dick or we aren’t going to be able to be friends anymore. Like, because I’m going to put you in that casket.”

Rory held her hands up. “Ouch…okay. Can I just say, I’m gonna be hella happy when we stop this repetitious shit.”

“Same,” I agreed.

“Just keep watching his dick. It’s good for passing the time. Swings like a fucking pendulum in his shorts. You’ll be hypnotized.”

I stumbled again, lost my balance, and jammed my tit on the handrail. “Rory, dammit!” I bit out.

“You watch his dick. I didn’t say I was going to watch it,” she said.

We both knew she was totally going to watch it.

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