I took another drink and laughed. “If
you were my boyfriend I would tattoo my name on your forehead.”
“Why’s that?”
“So whenever you were on top of someone else they’d see my name.”
“Well if you were mine, I would make sure you truly understood what the benefits of
having a guy like me were.”
“Oh please humor me. What would they be?”
“If you were mine, I would kiss you until you thought your lips were on fire.”
I laughed. “That’s it?”
“I’d be in the shower with you when I stayed over, not answering a god damn phone
call. I would wake you up every weekend with deep long licks between your thighs.
If you were mine, you wouldn’t be going out on a Friday night alone because I would
be with you. If you were mine, we wouldn’t be out all that much because I would be
thinking about licking your pussy all the damn time. If you were mine, no one would
hurt you and live to see the next day. If you were mine, Taelyn Patrick, I would cut
my balls off and sell them before I asked you to pay for my fucking place or car insurance
or money to tip a fucking valet. If you were mine, the only crying you’d be doing
would be my name in bed or wherever it was that my cock was between your legs. If
you were mine, you’d be happy and free. If you were mine, I’d be damn sure I would
ruin you for anyone else who was waiting in the wings for me to fuck up. And if you
were mine, they’d have to wait for a long fucking time for that to happen.”
I swallowed hard. “But you’re not that kind of guy.”
“Apparently not.” He took a drink and handed it to me. “But what I am is your buddy
and if there is anything you need, I will do my best to give it to you.”
I looked around the room that now seemed to be alive and moving a bit.
“I blame my brothers.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“I never dated. Anyone I was remotely interested in got beat up.” He laughed. “I never
even dressed like a girl, did my hair, or makeup. Shit you saw the pictures. I may
as well have been a boy. But when I went away, it all changed. So I blame them for
all this. I should’ve lived like they did. Like you do.”
“I would be one hell of a wing man.”
“Oh yeah?” I went to grab the bottle, he took it, and handed me a water. “Yeah, you’d
be a hoot.”
“You need to be at least half alive tomorrow girl.”
“Buzz kill.”
“I will take that as a challenge. Monday me and you are gonna live it up. I’m gonna
show you one hell of a time.”
“Promise?”
“Yes I do. I will be the best wing man you’ve ever seen.”
Chapter 9
Wings -X
She started to sway on her stool and I went and helped her stand up. “Let’s tuck you
in.”
“Xavier?” She slurred.
“Taelyn?”
“Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
“You got me drunk again.”
“I did.” I grabbed her as she stumbled towards the hall. “Buddies fuck.”
“Wow, okay?”
“We’re not that kind of buddies right?”
“Not tonight.”
She laughed. “Maybe we should. I’m sure he’s fucking her, so why would it be so bad?”
“Because you’d be thinking about him and I don’t want that shit.”
“I’ve never had an orgasm, well not with him. I’ve had plenty by myself.”
We walked into the bedroom and I let her plop on the bed. What the fuck was I doing ?
“I’m sure the next guy will help you out.”
“You. You’re the next guy.” She yawned and laid down. “That way I know my rebound
fuck won’t expect more from me than a piece of ass.”
“You sayin’ you want me as your rebound fuck?” Say yes, say yes .
“Uh huh,” she smiled and her eyes closed.
I picked up her legs and put them on the bed and her eyes popped open.
“I’m not wearing any panties. You got them all wet.”
“See? I am that good.”
She giggled and rolled to her side.
“I liked you washing my hair.”
“Tell me what else you liked.”
“I liked you --.I just
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