Page 51 of Rival Desires

“Whatever it takes. Now, can we leave?” I said and guided them to the exit.

I thought answering their drunken inquiries would be a small price to pay to get them out of there. Boy, was I wrong? It took me all of thirty seconds after getting them buckled into my car to realize just how off the mark I was.

“Nat and I have a little wager going,” Rylee announced triumphantly as she finally clicked her seatbelt in place. “Who is the biggest dick? You or Fury?”

I slowly turned to face her, blinking in disbelief. “Uh, come again?”

Nat and Mallory were practically rolling in the back seat with laughter.

“Whohasthe biggest dick,” Mallory finally managed to gasp out. “Has, notis.”

“That really doesn’t make the question any better,” I pointed out, my voice strained.

“Too bad.” Rylee grinned at me. “You promised to answer all questions.”

I started the car and began to pull out of the parking spot.

Rylee wasn’t letting up. “You said you’d answer anything. That was the deal.”

I felt my face getting hot. “I’m not discussing the size of my...you know.”

“Fury’s is eleven inches,” Nat said from the back.

I resisted the urge to squeeze my eyes shut in disbelief.

“No way,” Rylee shot back. “Cory, spill the beans.”

“I have never, and will never, measure my cousin’s penis,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. “And no, we don’t compare sizes.”

“But you’ve seen him naked,” Nat pointed out.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Mallory said. “Is he a shower or a grower?”

The trio erupted in a fit of giggles, and I just sat there, shaking my head. They were behaving like a bunch of hormonal high schoolers.

Mallory’s pad was just a stone’s throw away, so I let them continue their wild guesses and giggling fits while I focused on the road. Every now and then, they’d toss a question my way, but it seemed like they’d already forgotten they wanted answers from me. I was more than happy to sit this one out, especially since most of their questions felt like they were trying to size up my skills in the bedroom against Fury’s.

I had my work cut out for me, trying to drive with Rylee, playing some kind of twisted game with her trying to see if she could sneak a feel whenever we were at a stoplight. By the time I dropped Nat off at her place and it was just Rylee in the car with me, my poor guy was completely confused – the way she kept manhandling me had me half-hard the whole damn time. But I wasn’t about to take advantage of her in her drunken state.

“Where to now, Mr. Driver?” Rylee twisted around in her seat, giving me an eyeful of those endless legs.

I raised an eyebrow. “I’m taking you home, Rylee.”

“Perfect.” She leaned in close, her fingers brushing my jaw. “Your bed’s so cozy.”

I shook my head, putting the car back into gear. “No, I meantyourhome.”

She grinned, tugging at the hem of her shirt. “Well, I don’t have my pajamas. I could borrow one of your shirts.”

“Rylee,” I sighed, “you’re going to your place. You can wear whatever you want.”

Her grin widened. “What if I don’t want to wear anything?”

I groaned, biting back a few choice words. “It’s your call, Rylee. Sleep in whatever you want.”

When she didn’t respond, I finally asked, “So, why the heavy drinking tonight? Was it some kind of secret celebration?”

Rylee shrugged, a little smile playing on her lips. “Just the opposite. This week was a total dumpster fire.”

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