Page 27 of Wilde Shorts
He stood his giant self up from the poor little wooden stool that had been struggling to hold his weight. The man was eleven thousand feet of leather, ink, and beard hair. His hands went straight for his belt buckle.
“I’ll show you a little cock,” he muttered.
“Bury your pipe, big daddy. Ain’t nobody in here want a piece of that,” I snapped back. I was in no mood today. None.
“That’s not what you told me last week,” he said with a slow grin before taking a seat back on the stool. I was pretty sure I heard it squeak out a whimper of complaint at the burden.
“Last week I was on Vicodin,” I reminded him. “And I only said that because I had a broken tooth, and I wanted to see what kind of mark it would make on tender skin.”
Rooster chuckled softly under all that beard hair. He was a very laid-back guy, which meant he was mostly quiet compared to the rest of us. “That reminds me. Chelsea told me to tell you she didn’t appreciate you hitting on her man.”
“You tell that skanky ho I wouldn’t touch her man if?—”
“What the hell is wrong with you today?” Nico asked in exasperation while chucking an empty tray in the general direction of the sink of dirty dishes. “You are completely off your game. You even asked Sassy if she wanted a pecan bar.”
My heart shot into my throat as I gasped. “She’s allergic to nuts!”
“I know. That’s my point. Your head is in the clouds. Did something happen? Is it the night job? Are you even sleeping at all?”
I thought about my shift the night before. The entire eight hours had been spent with my head in the clouds remembering my time in the fire chief’s bed.
In the fire chief’smouth.
My dick got hard for the thousandth time in the past twenty-four hours. “I need you to tell me everything you know about sucking cock,” I blurted.
The kitchen went completely silent. Even the refrigerator gasped in shock. At least I imagined it did since everyone else in the room had.
“Say what now?” Nico asked at the same time Rooster asked, “Is there a right way?”
I ignored the heat slithering up my neck and pressed on. “Giving head. I need to know all the best tricks. C’mon. Spill.”
Nico’s jaw had dropped, and Rooster’s mouth was in some kind of grin I couldn’t quite see beneath the beardy bush.
I rolled my eyes. “Stop with the dramatics.”
Nico turned to Rooster. “Did he… didSteviejust askmeto stop with the dramatics? Is today Opposite Day?”
Rooster snickered. Fuck this, I didn’t have time to delay. I had plans to see Evan again the very next day for my stripping lesson.Paintstripping. I grabbed a banana, making sure it was the biggest of the bunch. A man had to assume certain things when the object of his lust was large and in charge in both height and muscle mass.
“Here. Show me on this.”
“A banana?” Nico asked. “Really?”
“I don’t have an eggplant, so do the best you can.”
I wandered over to take the stool next to Rooster. The two of us focused on Nico as if he was about to teach us the secret to the universe. And if there was a goddess, he was. Because I’d been avoiding Evan’s calls and texts out of sheer terror since he’d dropped me off at work the night before, but there was no way I could avoid the Saturday “stripping lesson” we had planned.
And I wanted to be ready for anything.
Nico frowned. “Why are you even asking me this? Surely you’re better at it than I am.”
I blinked at him. “Me? I’ve never sucked anyone off before. How the hell would I know what to do?”
Nico and Rooster howled with laughter. “Yeah, right,” Nico said through tears. “You had me going there for a minute.”
I felt my jaw tick. “It’s true. Stop laughing at me.” If I wanted him to teach me the good stuff, I needed to not murder the motherfucker right now. My hands clenched so tightly, the nails dug into my palms.
“Stevie, surely you know your reputation around town?” Rooster asked. “You hook up with everyone. You’re Hobie’s biggest flirt.”