Page 12 of Thick & Thin

I snorted.

He wasn’t wrong. It was like drinking gasoline and then swallowing a lit match. Even my stomach had been queasy afterward, and I had only had a single gulp.

The waitress, Maggie, stopped by and set a small bucket of peanuts in the center of the table and another beer in front of Colton. The guys dug into the peanuts, shelling them and eating them before tossing the shells to the floor. The floor was always covered in peanut shells, crunching beneath your shoes with every step. It was the main reason Trent, the kicker for our team, never came to Player’s with us. He had a terrible peanut allergy. Just stepping into room would fuck him up.

Reaching into the bucket, I pulled out a salty peanut, cracked it open, and used my teeth to get the nuts from their shell. Their salty, nutty flavor filled my mouth, and I tossed the shells to my floor. Bits of salt clung to my finger, so I stuck my digit into my mouth and sucked it off. It wasn’t until I pulled my finger from between my lips with a loud pop that I realized every guy, including Josh, was staring at my lips with wide eyes.

“What?” I asked, annoyed. “I was just sucking it off.”

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JJ laughedwith beer in his mouth, making it spew from his nose.

The fucker.

He was thinking exactly what the rest of us were thinking. Jenny sucking anything off was hot.

She looked around in confusion before she realized what she’d said. Her cheeks pinkened, and I wanted to reach out and feel the heat of them against my fingertips.

She was fucking clueless. She was being seductive without even trying, and the guys at the table were probably sporting massive boners just from watching her suck the salt from her finger. I know I was. Then again, being hard around Jenny had become a problem for the past year of my life.

She was just “sucking it off,” she said, as if her words and actions were innocent.

They weren’t.

Not even fucking close.

Not to mention, the guys had been drinking. We weren’t supposed to be drinking since we were all underage, but JJ’s cousin worked the bar and had no problem whatsoever slipping us a few beers here and there.

“I’ll give you something to suck off,” Vaughn teased, making everyone at the table laugh.

Jenny’s cheeks flushed, and she rolled her eyes. “Please. Everyone’s heard you ain’t packing. You’re just a big boy with a tiny dick.”

And then she stood before Vaughn could respond and left us at the table staring at her back with gaping mouths.

“She’s such a bitch sometimes,” Vaughn mumbled around the mouth of his beer.

“You pushed her. You can’t expect her not to come back with something. Everyone here knows Jenny’s a hard-ass. You get what you give. Be happy she didn’t climb across the table and knock you out,” JJ said, making me proud of my girl.

JJ was right. Vaughn was lucky she only gave him a tongue-lashing. Jenny had been known to climb across tables and go for blood. Not to mention, if she hadn’t said anything, I sure would have.

The guys teasing Jenny had never bothered me this badly, but it seemed these days, they were getting more perverted toward her. I didn’t like it.

She went to the bar, and I watched from my corner while she asked and paid for a bottle of Pepsi. Seeing that she wasn’t drinking, I accepted a bottle of beer when Maggie, the waitress, stopped at our table again.

The room continued to fill the later it got. More people from school showed up, all sunburned from a day on the river. Brandy and her crew came, and I didn’t miss the look in Jenny’s eyes when Brandy leaned over me and whispered how hot I looked in my ear.

She hated girls flirting with me as much as I hated it when the guys flirted with her. Not that it meant anything. At least, I didn’t think it did.

Who knew?

I wasn’t about to ask.

“I don’t know how I managed it, but the top of my ass is sunburned,” JJ said, tugging the back of his jeans down to show how red the top of his ass was.

“Probably because you never pull your damn pants up, and you floated on your stomach most of the day,” Jenny muttered.

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