"If you and Drew need another guy to help get you off just holler-
"Never going to happen."
"The proper thing to say would have been 'Drew doesn't need any help getting me off'."
"Shut up and go to bed," I snapped.
~*~
"Are sure you'll be ok by yourself?"
"I got my cousin Pound Cake." I inwardly cringed as the words spilled from my lying ass lips. Why am I doing this?
"Okay." Drew grabbed me, hands sliding over my ass. "Dayum. all this ass."
"And you still don't know what to do with it," Nick- I mean Pound Cake- commented, passing us by with just a towel wrapped around his lower parts headed for the shower.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Drew asked.
"Nothing, Pound Cake has a severe case of turrets," I interjected.
"Oh. Well, I'll see you tomorrow, baby." As soon as I shut the door, Nick practically jumped me, crowding my body against the door with his.
"You were all I could think about these past five years, Muffins. Your sweet scent, your beautiful hair, and this perfect body. You know how many nights I stroked my dick thinking of you. I don't care about your pussy ass boyfriend I'm NEVER letting you go again. I'll even share 'cause a piece of you is better than nothing at all."
THIS BUFFOON HAS GOT TO GO ASAP-
Wait. You know what he could stay.
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