Me: Hook up?Babe, I told you this isn’t hooking up.This is us fucking and it’s fucking spectacular.
Hannah: It sure is…but tonight??
Me: Your brother is in my office right now informing me that I’m going out with him and the boys, so…
Hannah: I guess it might look suspicious if we both bailed on them tonight then, right?
Me: Maybe, but we are definitely getting together after.
Hannah: I’ll probably be drunk ;)
Me: And I’ll be only too happy to have my filthy way with Drunk Hannah.
Hannah: That will make Drunk Hannah very happy
I burst out laughing, forgetting for a second that Dylan is still in my office.
“Okay, who the hell are you sexting?”he asks, and I immediately tilt my phone toward my chest, just in case.
“I’m not sexting anyone,” I tell him, just as my phone chimes out with another text.
Hannah: BTW, I’ve finally finished unpacking…funnily enough, thinking about your gorgeous dick and exactly what it can do to me the whole time really helped keep me motivated.Although I did need to stop a couple of times to…well you know ;)
“Fuck me,” I mutter, my eyes closing as images of Hannah getting herself off, possibly with one of those toys I know she keeps in her nightstand, flash before me.Maybe we should bail on tonight after all because I have a sudden urgent need to be at her place, ripping her clothes off so I can bury myself inside her and give her the real thing.
“Seriously, dude, who the fuck are you texting?You’re like…I don’t know, weirdly focused.”
I tighten the grip on my phone, not replying to Hannah’s latest text because I cannot think straight with her brother sitting in front of me.Clearing my throat, I turn back to Dylan.“Okay fine, what’s the plan for tonight?”
Dylan is still staring at me, a strange look on his face as though he’s trying to figure out what’s going on.
“What?”I prompt, sitting back in my chair, my phone burning in my hand.
“I should be asking you the same question,” he says.“What’s going on here?”he asks, waving a hand at me.
I clear my throat, as I say, “Nothing.Anyway, my plans have changed.What’s happening tonight?”
Dylan’s brow narrows and I can tell he doesn’t believe me, or at the very least, knows something is going on.“Well, the girls are all at Somerville’s,” he says.“So, we’ve got Apple Jacks.You in or what?”
Exhaling, I figure if Hannah is busy tonight, then I may as well kill some time hanging out with the guys too.At least we’ll have later tonight and all of tomorrow with the restaurants closed.“Yep, okay, I’m in.”
Dylan claps his hands together, smiling as he stands.“Great.Now, you gonna spill the beans on who you were sexting with just then or what?’Cause, dude, you were rocking a seriously huge smile.You know, the kinda smile that suggests you are sextingandgetting laid on the regular.I mean trust me, I speak from experience on this one.”
Chuckling, I shake my head at his persistence.“You know,” I say, grinning, “I seem to recall a time when you hated everyone sticking their nose in your sex life, yet here you are, sticking yours in mine.”
Dylan laughs.“Fuck, Iknewyou were sexting!Tell me, who is it?Do I know her?”
I swallow hard, trying to keep my poker face on as I reply, “I wasn’t sexting and anyway, my business, not yours, remember?”
“Come on, this is different.”
“Oh, it is, is it?And how so?”
“I don’t know,” he says with a shrug.“We’re friends.”
I stand, moving around my desk as I shove Dylan toward the door.“Yes, we are, still doesn’t mean I’m spilling the beans on who Iwasn’tsexting with just now.”
Dylan huffs, clearly annoyed.“Yeah well, we’ll see what a couple of drinks does to you tonight.Bet I can get you to sing like a fucking canary.”
