Page 81 of Their Wicked Ways
“Sooooo weird,” Wes agreed. “But like, no other fruit sounds less weird. Cantaloupe? Watermelon? Mango?”
“Can you imagine if they called it a mango?” Jett was laughing so hard he kept snorting. “Then you guys woulda taken my mango.”
Wes nearly doubled over with the giggles. “I’m never gonna look at a mango without seeing your ass again.”
“What about when you look at a peach?” Jett asked with a cheeky grin.
“That too. I’m gonna be popping wood all over the produce section next time I go grocery shopping.”
Jett let his head fall back against the chair, his laughter petering out. “That’s literally my life right now. Every damn thing reminds me of you guys and I’m literally always hard. Likealways. I can’t even use my favorite dildo without being sad it’s not your dick. Plastic peen is not it. Whew.” He blew out a breath. “Okay, that feels weird.”
“Weird good, or weird bad?” Wes asked.
“Good.” He shifted in his seat and pressed the heel of his hand against his crotch. “Not sure if it’s the weed or the talking, but my dick is very happy right now.”
“That’s normal.” Wes motioned at the bulge in his sweats. “I get weed boners too.”
“Weed boners.” Jett huffed out a laugh. “Better than whiskey dick. I regret not jerking off in your shower earlier.”
“You totally should have.” Wes beamed a big, happy smile at him. “Wanna know a secret?” he asked, lowering his voice.
“Of course I do.” Jett leaned in like he was about to hear the winning lotto numbers.
“Ez sucked me off while you were in the shower.” He let out a weird little snort-giggle. “I was scared you were gonna hear us, but that just made the O even better.”
“Wanna know another secret?” Jett whispered conspiratorially.
“What?” Wes whispered back.
“I heard you. That’s why I finished so quick. I wanted to hear more.” His grin went heated, but the effect was ruined when he giggled. “I like this feeling.”
“What feeling?” I asked.
I’d been about to steer the conversation away from sex and jerking off. My entire body was tight with desire, and my mind was having a field day picturing all the things I wanted to do with him and Wes, but now wasn’t the time for any of that.
We were all under the influence. None of us could consent to anything right now, and talking about it would just make us want something we couldn’t have.
“Not worrying about everything I say or do.” His bottom lip came out in a pout that was way too sexy. “It’s like I don’t know how to talk to people when I’m myself. The guys at work, you, Chanel, and Becks are the only people who like me for me. Everyone else only likes me when I pretend to be what they want me to be. I hate it.”
“You can always say or do what you want with us,” Wes said before I could. “Well, other than try to murder us or break all our shit. That might be hard to come back from.”
The corner of Jett’s mouth tilted up in a smirk. “I promise I won’t try to murder you or break all your shit.” His smile fell. “My brain went to the bad place. It’s spinning, and I don’t wanna think about this stuff now.”
Wes pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Wanna listen to some music? It helps when my brain is doing zoomies and I don’t like what it makes me think about.”
Jett nodded, and Wes unlocked his phone.
I sat back as they discussed what music to play.
Things with Jett were going to be complicated no matter what happened between us, but right then, the only thing I wanted to focus on was enjoying our evening off and making sure Jett had a good first experience with weed.
I could worry about what everything meant later.
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JETT
“Come getready with me while I?—”