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Story: Wildest Dreams
“I can’t believe I’m going to the Eras Tour.” Dylan reached to squeeze Cal’s hand. “Thank you.”
“So how did y’all find out you were in love?” Jolene’s eyes ping-ponged between us. She patted her stiff updo to ensure no hair was out of place. “That must be a story for the ages.”
My hand froze under Dylan’s dress. We’d discussed it on our fake date but never agreed on anything I was comfortable with. To be fair, Dylan had deranged ideas.
“It is!” Dylan cooed, her smile brightening the entire fucking universe. How had I never realized how stunning she was? How funny? How strong? “Honey, mind if I tell her? You know I always love talking about it.” She put her hand in my lap.
“Go ahead,” I grunted.
Row’s eyes narrowed, darting between our faces.
“He literally cried he was so desperate to date me.” Dylan put a hand to her throat.
I was going to kill her.
Fuck her first, but then kill her.
Kieran choked on his cocktail, pressing his knuckles to his lips. Tate smirked behind his whiskey. Row and Cal looked equal parts amused and confused.
“Oh, bless his heart.” Jolene slapped her chest. “You mean, with tears and everything?”
“Jolene, he was bawling like a baby.” Dylan rolled her eyes. “Hyperventilating. At some point, I considered giving him half a Valium from my dog’s ACL rupture surgery.”
Now she was making up a whole-ass pet with a whole-ass surgery. I didn’t know one man on this earth who was able to handle—let alone tame—this crazy, brilliant woman.
“Do tell us the story.” Bruce rubbed his hands together.
“Yeah, tell us.” I slipped my pinkie under her panties, and Dylan gasped, sitting up straighter.
“I-it was right after Christmas dinner. Rhy came to say hi to everyone. I’d been dating someone else. He spent the holiday with us. We were getting pretty serious. He was a doctor.”
“Wow.” Jolene’s eyes rounded in fascination.
“Actually, he was a surgeon. And an amateur pilot.”
My pinkie rubbed the hot, sleek slit of her pussy, which was bare. All the blood in the room rushed to my dick. Was it normal that I was jealous of a fictional boyfriend? Probably not.
“I mean, how small does your dick need to be for you to compensate by being a surgeon and a pilot?” I piped up.
Jolene choked on her Bloody Mary.
Tate looked affronted. “I’m a self-made billionaire and a pilot, and I have nine inches and some spare.”
Now wasn’t the time to tell him I was bigger. Actually, it was, but I refrained, because I also happened to want to be a billionaire, and I was pretty sure disclosing my dick size would send Jolene to the hospital.
Dylan rolled her eyes like she wasn’t growing wetter by the nanosecond under the table while my finger teased her opening and grazed her clit. “Anyway, he came to say hi. Chad was just helping my mom dry some dishes in the kitchen…”
Chad. She wasn’t even trying to make it sound real. Kieran snorted, and Tate pressed his lips together to suppress a wry smile.
“Rhyland and I bumped into each other under the mistletoe. There was a pause. I always knew he was pathetically in love with me, but I decided to spare his poor, fragile heart. I smiled,embarrassed, and was turning to walk away when he fell down on his knees, hugging my midsection. ‘I can’t do this anymore,’ he started crying. ‘If I can’t have you, my life has no meaning anymore.’ I thought he might do something to himself. It was really scary.”
I slipped a finger into her, finding her drenched and warm and perfect. Her muscles squeezed my index finger for dear life, and I hissed out, imagining her tightness wrapped around my cock.
“Look at him,” Jolene laughed. “He looks anguished!”
You have no idea, lady.
“So you gave him a chance?” Jolene turned back to Dylan, whose eyes rolled—and not from attitude for a change. I was bringing her to the brink of a climax while everyone was watching.
“So how did y’all find out you were in love?” Jolene’s eyes ping-ponged between us. She patted her stiff updo to ensure no hair was out of place. “That must be a story for the ages.”
My hand froze under Dylan’s dress. We’d discussed it on our fake date but never agreed on anything I was comfortable with. To be fair, Dylan had deranged ideas.
“It is!” Dylan cooed, her smile brightening the entire fucking universe. How had I never realized how stunning she was? How funny? How strong? “Honey, mind if I tell her? You know I always love talking about it.” She put her hand in my lap.
“Go ahead,” I grunted.
Row’s eyes narrowed, darting between our faces.
“He literally cried he was so desperate to date me.” Dylan put a hand to her throat.
I was going to kill her.
Fuck her first, but then kill her.
Kieran choked on his cocktail, pressing his knuckles to his lips. Tate smirked behind his whiskey. Row and Cal looked equal parts amused and confused.
“Oh, bless his heart.” Jolene slapped her chest. “You mean, with tears and everything?”
“Jolene, he was bawling like a baby.” Dylan rolled her eyes. “Hyperventilating. At some point, I considered giving him half a Valium from my dog’s ACL rupture surgery.”
Now she was making up a whole-ass pet with a whole-ass surgery. I didn’t know one man on this earth who was able to handle—let alone tame—this crazy, brilliant woman.
“Do tell us the story.” Bruce rubbed his hands together.
“Yeah, tell us.” I slipped my pinkie under her panties, and Dylan gasped, sitting up straighter.
“I-it was right after Christmas dinner. Rhy came to say hi to everyone. I’d been dating someone else. He spent the holiday with us. We were getting pretty serious. He was a doctor.”
“Wow.” Jolene’s eyes rounded in fascination.
“Actually, he was a surgeon. And an amateur pilot.”
My pinkie rubbed the hot, sleek slit of her pussy, which was bare. All the blood in the room rushed to my dick. Was it normal that I was jealous of a fictional boyfriend? Probably not.
“I mean, how small does your dick need to be for you to compensate by being a surgeon and a pilot?” I piped up.
Jolene choked on her Bloody Mary.
Tate looked affronted. “I’m a self-made billionaire and a pilot, and I have nine inches and some spare.”
Now wasn’t the time to tell him I was bigger. Actually, it was, but I refrained, because I also happened to want to be a billionaire, and I was pretty sure disclosing my dick size would send Jolene to the hospital.
Dylan rolled her eyes like she wasn’t growing wetter by the nanosecond under the table while my finger teased her opening and grazed her clit. “Anyway, he came to say hi. Chad was just helping my mom dry some dishes in the kitchen…”
Chad. She wasn’t even trying to make it sound real. Kieran snorted, and Tate pressed his lips together to suppress a wry smile.
“Rhyland and I bumped into each other under the mistletoe. There was a pause. I always knew he was pathetically in love with me, but I decided to spare his poor, fragile heart. I smiled,embarrassed, and was turning to walk away when he fell down on his knees, hugging my midsection. ‘I can’t do this anymore,’ he started crying. ‘If I can’t have you, my life has no meaning anymore.’ I thought he might do something to himself. It was really scary.”
I slipped a finger into her, finding her drenched and warm and perfect. Her muscles squeezed my index finger for dear life, and I hissed out, imagining her tightness wrapped around my cock.
“Look at him,” Jolene laughed. “He looks anguished!”
You have no idea, lady.
“So you gave him a chance?” Jolene turned back to Dylan, whose eyes rolled—and not from attitude for a change. I was bringing her to the brink of a climax while everyone was watching.
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