I’m off my game.
My dick game, that is. The poor fucker hasn’t seen the sun in a hot minute.
It’s sad ass shit, like a bad BJ where there’s no fire above my groin and no curling of my toes in my Timbs.
Yeah, guys’ toes curl just the same as girls’ do.
If a dude’s toes don’t curve when his dicks down a nice warm throat, he’s getting eighty percent and needs to ask for more dedication.
It’ll work, in time, but it won’t satisfy.
Even if I did find a girl to get me going, I’d still have to go home and handle myself or go to bed aching.
Nothing satisfies anymore.
The perfect shade of golden brown flashes in my mind, and if I wasn’t keenly aware of where I am, I’d swear I could smell a very specific hint of vanilla. A spicy, baggy-sweater-wearing kind.
I swallow a frustrated sigh, my eyes narrowing in on nothing.
I need to get a fucking grip.
Echo and Xavier are headed for the exit as I reach them, and together, we make our way out front.
“Once again, my man’s leaving empty-handed.” Echo grins.
I flip him off and he chuckles.
“We’re going to the team house, you coming?”
“Why the fuck not.” I shrug. “Nothing better to do.”
“I’m touched, asshole.” X chuckles, stuffing his phone in his pocket and pulling out his keys.
“By who, Neo?” I tease. “I knew you two were more than besties.”
Xavier comes out with a grin, wrapping his arms around my middle in an attempt to bring me down, but I quickly spin out of it.
It’s bullshit, everybody knows he’s hot for his boy’s little sister, even if nobody says it out loud. I just like to give him a hard time.
“Shit, I forgot to get my card back from the bartender.” Echo dashes back inside.
“Yeah, I need to take a piss real quick,” X says, on his tail through the door.
I walk over to Echo’s ride, lean my ass against it, and wait.
Closing my eyes, I drop my head back with a heavy exhale, the long day catching up with me, but soon as I quiet my mind, something has my eyes popping open again.
A shadow catches my attention just beyond the parking lot, and I squint, attempting to see better.
Hustling across the street with both hands full is Meyer.
Something falls from her bags, and she bends, rushing to grab the item before continuing to cross the dark road, only to drop down on an empty bus stop bench.
At eleven thirty at fucking night.
Across the street from a bar.
A bar full of young dumbasses.
What kind of shit is that?
I make my way across the street.
Before I reach the divider, Meyer pushes to her feet, lifts her bags, and begins walking toward the school.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
She yelps, jumping a good two feet, her crap spilling onto the ground again.
Her eyes fly to mine, wide with alarm, but they quickly narrow once she realizes it’s me.
She quickly disregards my presence, retrieving her fallen items once more.
Oookay. No hello, I guess.
“Nice to see you, too. Again, what the hell are you doing?”
She stands tall and pushes forward. “Going home.”
“Uh-huh.” I hurry to reach her side and keep in step with her. “And why exactly are you walking around by yourself late at night?”
“Why are you walking by yourself?” she counters.
“I’m a dude.”
She picks up her pace and I swear the girl rolls her eyes, but it’s dark, so I can’t say for sure.
I feel like she did.
“Man, you’re in a hurry. What, Jonny Boy send you out for some condoms and now you gotta rush back before the Viagra wears off?”
“Oh yeah, you hit the nail on the head.” She shakes her head.
My brows snap together. “Wait, really?”
She stops in her tracks, whipping around to face me. “No, not really!”
I try to take her bags from her hand, but she tears them away, so I lift my palms into the air and start walking when she does. “I mean, if you were, you should know that there’s condom vending machines on campus. Unless you’re coming back from the dude’s house ...” I turn toward her with a frown. “And you know what, if a man’s making you walk home—”
“Stop.”
“I’m serious. You should kick his ass.”
“Tobias, enough.”
“Okay, okay.” I face forward. “But for real, what kind of dude—”
“There is no dude, Jesus!” She nearly groans.
That shouldn’t make me grin.
Why am I grinning?
“All right, fine. No dude.” I nod to myself, then peek at her from the side. “Not even a shitty one?”
“Oh my god, Tobias!” she shouts, cutting her head my way. “Stop talking,” she says, but there’s a slight bit of something in her usually crisp tone.
“Hold up.” I angle my head playfully. “Was that ... are you amused by me?”
“No.”
“I think you are.”
“I definitely am not.”
“Oh, yes, you are.” I jump in front of her, walking backward so we can face each other. “It was tiny, I’m talking statue cock tiny, but it was there.”