I frown, my lips pursed and my attitude about to turn full-fledgedGay-pop drama.
“So what the fuck are we even doing here?” My frown has gone straight to narrowed eyes and a curled lip. “Why am I driving you two around at stupid o’clock in the morning?”
These two assholes fist bump as Grinder leans in and murmurs, “I just wanted to spend some time with you.”
I call bullshit on that. I mean, sure, we’re technically spending time together, but with Mr. Burpy McThirdwheel between us, I don’t see the point in this whole thing.
With that, it takes them both a few tries to get the seatbelt on and only then do I start the car and drive down to the main road.
“Grinder, I have a sister.”
Oh great, this again.
Usually, I try to stay out of the whole club business, whether private or whatever it is they do to make money. Spoiler alert: I’m not buying this whole legit mechanics making enough money for all of them to live here bull crap. But again, I don’t ask because I don’t want to know. Plausible deniability and all that.
“Yeah, and she’s fucking hot, man. You got lucky.” Jesus in a manger. What in the world?
“Shut your mouth, Grinder.” I really hope Sledge isn’t going to punch him while I’m here. “But yeah, she is. Wait, am I allowed to say that or is that gross?”
“It’s gross,” Grinder and I both say at the same time. Then we look over at each other and, for a brief second, something passes between us. It’s different than our usual heated glances. I mean,yes, lust…because, hello…Grinder. But for a nanosecond, there was complicity. Friendship. Banter between two people sharing an inside joke.
“You two should just fuck and get it over with.” And here we go again. These guys are like The Real Housewives of Getinmybusiness.
“Shut up!” It comes out of me like a reflex, and at the same time Grinder says something completely different.
“Yes, we definitely should.”
Again, I narrow my eyes as I try to drive down the four-lane road that skirts the university. The only people out are drunk students and early bird truckers. And us, of course, because this is totally normal behavior.
“So how would this work?” I frown at Sledge’s question.
“How would what work?” If he’s talking about finding Parker, his guess is as good as mine. She could literally be anywhere. From the looks of her, she’s not hurting for money, so I suppose we could hang around the tail end of Old Town where all the higher end hotels are but what the hell do I know?
Grinder, however, knows exactly what Sledge is asking and that kind of mind reading is actually scary.
“Well, Spence here is gay, so your sister’s not gonna get his dick hard. Which means I’ll be the lucky bastard getting both.” Is he fucking kidding me?
“Whoa! No one is fucking anyone. This is all highly inappropriate. First of all—” I’m cut off as Grinder’s hand lands on my dick, and since it’s always at half mast when he’s around, this sudden touch tips the scales to the side of hard as fuck.
Why, universe? Why?
“I’m fucking both and…that’s as far I’ve gotten with this plan.” Sledge hums and shakes his head and I just want to kick both their asses out of the car and make them walk back to the compound for being rude.
“I’m not discuss—” Again, I swallow my words as Grinder cups my cock and squeezes. Maybe I could just let go for one night? Like Sledge said, get it out of my system so that we can move on from this space between lust and friendship. And by friendship, I do mean incessant flirting and casual conversations. It’s not like he hasn’t tried, but the more I hang out with them, the less self-control I have when he’s near me.
My only solution is avoid, avoid, avoid. And until tonight, when I decided to put myself in this position, my plan was working perfectly.
Stupid, stupid, mouth.
Fuck! Now I’m thinking about his mouth. And with his hand on my cock, I’m picturing his mouth on it, his lips surrounding it. His tongue…
“Yeah, he’s totally down with that.”Stupid penis.
“No, I’m not. I’m a guy. Of course you’re getting a reaction when you touch my penis. It’s a biological reaction. Totally normal.”
“Sure, gorgeous. Whatever you need to tell yourself in order to have sweet, sweet dreams about me sucking your—”
“I’m in the car! I’m in the fucking car, Grinder.” Sledge has now reverted to his six year old self with both palms on his ears, his eyes shut as he repeats his new mantra.