Amber tries to not laugh. “That’s a pretty girthy dick, Meg.”
“Just the way I like it, Amber.”
Amber holds up a fist, motioning upward. “That’s basically a fist.”
Megan’s brows raise. “Which is exactly what I want. No one wants a pencil dick. You’ve gottafeelhim enter, you know?” She looks at me, eyes narrowing. “Don’t tell me you’re both settling for subpar. Are my brothers not bringing the goods?” She pauses. “Wait… actually, I don’t want to know that.”
“Oh! Too late. You asked.” I say laughing. “Just so you know, Jensen’s dick is perfect. Good girth, good length. It’s just right. Not too much, not too little.” I grab a handful of popcorn, tossing a piece in my mouth. “Now let’s start the movie.”
“Good idea,” Amber says, getting up to turn off the lights.
Megan points the remote at the TV and hits play. We all settle in, shifting positions and pulling blankets tighter around us as the movie starts.
We get quiet—no more teasing, no more sex talk—just the three of us, popcorn, a bottle of wine, and a good movie.
It’s so cozy here. And as much as I hate winter, I could get used to being holed up here for a couple of weeks a year, especially if Jensenand I had the place to ourselves. I totally get why Matt’s parents come here so often. It’s snowing again, and with the giant windows and the fire flickering—reflecting in the glass—it’s absolutely stunning.
About thirty minutes into the movie, I pull out my phone and text Jensen. Mostly to check on him, but also to see where he is on the drunk meter, and when I can expect him.
Get home ASAP. I’m horny.
His response is immediate.
Jensen
FUUUUUUCCCCK. Cummmmming.
I shake my head, grinning. He always sayscumminganytime I ask how long he’ll be or where he is.
Hurry.
Jensen
K. But have to find guys. I’m ddurnk.
I know. Just cum home ASAP. Need you.
And your dick.
A second later, he sends a GIF of a fire hydrant shooting out water, and I laugh out loud.
“Sorry,” I say, glancing at the girls.
I silence my phone and turn my attention back to the movie, already plotting how I’m going to take advantage of him when he gets home.
Chapter Nineteen
ALLEY
THEN
A distant noisepulls me from my sleep. My eyes crack open, adjusting to the dark. I glance over at Jensen’s side of the bed. It’s still empty.
Fumbling for my phone on the nightstand, I squint against the sudden brightness as I tap the screen. It’s 2:30 a.m.
Where the hell is he?
As the fog of sleep lifts, I realize what woke me—the guys. Laughter and hushed voices echo down the hall from the living room. Something crashes, followed by more laughter and shushing.
