Say what now?
The moment they do, the dildo slides farther down my throat and I start gagging.
“Yes!” Breslin shouts. “Atta girl.”
Juan smiles. “Now we’re getting somewhere. You’re doing great, sweetie. But take it deeper.”
“Suck it,” Breslin adds, even though I’m still gagging on this thing.
“What the hell is going on in here?” a voice that sounds a lot like Landon’s booms behind me.
Oh. My. God.
The three of us freeze and I can only imagine the poor visual Landon is subjected to right now.
Me on my knees sucking a giant dildo Juan’s holding in front of his crotch while his free hand tugs on my hair.
And let’s not forget his fiancée Breslin who’s bringing up the rear and pushing my head up and down.
Standing, I wipe the drool off my chin. “I got the urge.”
He doesn’t look nearly as thrilled as I thought he’d be for me. “Glad to hear it, but why the fuck—”
“Kit asked Juan and I to come over so we could teach her how to give a blow job,” Breslin interjects.
Landon’s lips twitch as he processes this. “That’s the emergency you were referring to in your text message?”
She gives him a sheepish shrug. “That’s what Kit called it.”
I wipe my mouth again. “It’s not going well, though. I keep gagging.”
Landon blinks. “That’s a good thing.”
“Thank you,” Juan says emphatically. “That’s what I keep trying to tell her.”
Aye caramba. Where I come from, that’s never good. If you’re gagging anywhere near a girl’s nether regions…it’s time to book it the hell out of there.
Walking over to us, Landon grabs the dildo. “I’ll give you a few pointers.”
“You’re doing so good,” Breslin praises as she pulls on my hair. “So good.”
“Don’t forget to use your hands when you get tired,” Landon instructs from the back. “And eye contact. Eye contact is hot as hell.”
“But not creepy eye contact,” Juan adds as he drives the dildo down my throat. “You do not want him to think you’re a stage five clinger who’s trying to suck his soul through his dick. Look away every so often.”
Breslin tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “And don’t forget to swallow.” She makes a face. “It’s an acquired taste, but you’ll get used to it.”
They’ve got to be kidding me.
Holding the base, I disconnect my mouth so I can speak. “Wait. I have to swallow that stuff?”
“Yes,” all three of them yell at the same time.
“It’s rude if you don’t.” Juan snaps his fingers. “Now get back to work.”
I’m starting to understand why they call it a blow job.
Suppressing a grumble, I unhinge my jaw and take it into my mouth again.
Juan bats away tears as I try to put everything I’ve learned to good use. “I feel like a proud Papa. He’s gonna lose his damn mind when you put it on him, girl.”
I hope so.
I’m sucking, gagging, and stroking my heart out when a deep voice bellows, “What the fuck?”
Dammit. I have got to start locking the front door.
“Asher,” Breslin says as I get off the floor. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
Looking positively horrified, he wags a finger at the four of us. “So, you weren’t pulling Kit’s hair while that—” He points to Juan. “Dude shoved a dildo down Kit’s throat and he—” He points to Landon. “Pushed her head down from behind?”
“Okay, yes. That’s exactly what we were doing,” Breslin deadpans. “But not for the reasons you think.”
He crosses his arms over his chest. “You said Kit had an emergency.”
“I did.” I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. “I wanted to learn how to give a blow job.”
Asher’s mouth opens and closes like a fish before he shakes his head. “You know what? The less I know about this shit, the better. The last time you enlisted our help it earned me a punch in the face.”
“Sorry.”
Palms up, he starts walking backward. “I was never here, okay? I have enough issues with my brother. I don’t need to add teaching his wife how to give head onto the list.” Halting his steps, he rubs his chin. “Although, we are brothers, so we’re genetically wired to like the same kind of blowies.”
Landon adjusts his glasses. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work that way.”
Asher thinks about this for a moment. “I’m pretty sure it does, but that’s beside the point.” Eyebrows crashing together, he wags a finger at me. “That shithead doesn’t deserve good head from you, you hear me?”
The four of us exchange a confused glance.
“Why doesn’t Preston deserve good head?”
Breslin backs me up on this. “Lord knows I can’t stand your brother, but he makes Kit happy. I think it’s time we learn to accept their relationship and support them.” She pops a hand on her hip. “Unless there’s something you know that we don’t.”
“No,” Asher defends. “I know nothing.” He goes back to finger wagging. “Except that you shouldn’t give your delicate flower away to just anyone, small fry. You save that for someone worthy of it.”
I can’t help but laugh. “It’s a little too late for that. My cherry was popped a long time ago.”
In a van outside of a club. Although the vibrator she used was tiny compared to Preston.
He backs away again. “Fine. Do what you want.”
Oh, boy. “I know you and Preston don’t have the greatest relationship right now so your opinion of him isn’t the best, but I really care about him.”
Asher nods. “I know you do.”
“He cares about me, too.” I inhale a breath. “Sorry for upsetting you. I just wanted to make it good for him without embarrassing myself in the process.”
“Got it.”
With that, he walks out.
Only to come back a minute later.
“The sloppier the better.” Finger wag. “Also, tease it a little bit. We like the oven preheated, too.”
With those parting words he leaves...again.
Chapter 34
Preston
It’s just past three a.m. by the time I walk in the door. Charlotte was running some errands with Jameson while Becca was out with her on again boyfriend when her car started smoking.
She pulled over on the side of the road and called a tow truck, but they were taking their sweet ass time getting there. She didn’t want to force a toddler to wait it out with her, especially in the summer heat, but Becca didn’t pick up her phone. So she called me.
Unfortunately, her car was fucked beyond what I could fix, but I scooped Jameson up and brought him back to the apartment. Becca told Charlotte she’d be back around eight, but evidently, she lost track of time because she stumbled inside at two forty in the morning.