Page 79 of Badd Ass
He ignored my demand for a few minutes, and then grinned down at me as we both neared climax. “You’ll see, babe. You’ll see. Just trust me.”
I came around him, then, biting his shoulder to muffle my screams. When I could breathe, when I could speak, I whispered in his ear. “I trust you, Zane.”
He kissed me through his own climax, which came hard on the heels of mine. “You won’t regret it, babe. I promise.”
I clung to him as we shuddered together in the afterglow. “I know,” I whispered. “I know.”
Epilogue
It wassix in the morning, it was mid-December, and I was sandwiched in the back seat of the Silverado between Xavier and Lucian, with Bax up front. The bed of the truck was full of power tools, tool boxes, sheets of drywall, buckets of drywalling mud, piles of two-by-fours, boxes of nails and screws, screw guns and charger packs, enough building materials to build…well, a house.
Zane was driving, an XM hard rock station on low. At least we had coffee in hand, although I still maintained it was too damn early for this shit.
“How far is this place, Zane?” I asked.
“Not far.”
“And does that mean two minutes or ten minutes? My legs are going numb.”
He swiveled his head to glare at me. “Three minutes, pussy.”
“Shut up,” I snapped. “I didn’t sleep much last night and I’m too tall to be sitting in the bitch seat.” I tried to adjust my legs, but they were wedged in so tight I couldn’t even flex them.
“No shit, you didn’t sleep much last night,” Bax said with a derisive laugh. “You and Claire were up all night banging.” He slammed his fist against the door of the truck, mimicking a high, breathy groan. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, Brock, oh my god Brock!”
I reached forward and slugged him on the shoulder. “Shut the fuck up, dickhead.”
“What? That’s what she sounds like,” he said, twisting in his seat to slug me back. “Not my fault you guys are loud as fuck when you’re fucking.”
“Yeah, well, I haven’t heard much noise coming fromyourroom, I notice,” I taunted.
Bax just smirked. “Maybe I do my playingelsewhere.”
“Yeah, like in the bathroom with Pornhub and a family size bottle of Jergens,” I said.
Bax just laughed. “Hell yeah. I saw this video the other day, man…this chick took a cock so fucking big it was a miracle she didn’t pop her jaw out of socket.” He dug his phone out and brought up the video he’d mentioned. “Check that shit out.”
“Thanks, but no thanks,” I said. “Don’t need to see that.”
He frowned at me. “When’d you turn into a prude? We used to text each other porn links all the time.”
I shrugged. “I’m just not into that as much anymore.”
“Since you met Claire, you mean,” Bax said.
I nodded. “Yeah, exactly. I don’t want it, and I don’t need it. I get everything I could possibly want from her.”
Bax handed the phone to Xavier, who watched the video with a slightly horrified expression on his face. “Good for you, I guess.” He laughed when Xavier handed off the phone with a queasy expression on his face. “Speaking for myself, I don’t know what I’d do without porn.”
Zane laughed. “Find the right girl, and you’ll understand.”
Bax snorted. “Not likely. It’s not like I’m going through a dry spell, I get laid plenty. I just don’t bring girls back to the apartment.”
“So constant sex isn’t enough for you?” Xavier asked. “You need pornography as well?”
Bax shrugged. “Need? No, I don’tneedit. I just reallylikeit. And just because I get laid a lot doesn’t mean I don’t also need to jerk the turkey, if you know what I mean.” He winked at Xavier. “You know what I’m talking about, don’t you, bro?”
Xavier blushed furiously. “I am familiar with the meaning of your vulgar colloquialism, yes.”