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Chapter 33

"Finn, I need to ask you a serious question," Al brought up while dragging a fry through the ketchup on her plate. We had stopped at some run of the mill burger place that Sam claimed had the best shoe string french fries. I couldn't argue with that, I loved myself some floppy and skinny fries. "Would you cut off your balls for Sylvia?"

She was dead serious when she asked, which only made it all the more hilarious. Jason, who was sitting next to Al in the green booth across from us, rolled his eyes while Sam laughed from beside Finn.

I face palmed while Finn quirked an eyebrow. "Honestly? Yeah. Although I'd have to think twice before doing it if you're asking me to cut off my dick." Again, it was said in a dead serious way. Jason and Sam snickered 'whipped' to each other but Finn ignored them. "Why? You're not actually asking, right?"

This time a couldn't help but snort. "Nah." I smiled at him when he looked down at me with a ghost of a grin on his lips. "It's just Al being Al. Besides, I'm quite fond of your balls. Especially when we go for kids."

When not if.

Finn knew what I was thinking about. His forest eyes reassured me. "Definitely will need them for that." He added with a light laugh before pecking my lips. I smiled like a kid in a candy store before turning back to the rest of the table.

"Awe." Al gushed with a stupid grin. "I missed my all time favorite couple."

Finn's warm hand settled on my upper thigh, tingling spreading through my black jeans and through my legs, making goosebumps rise on my skin. How did he have that affect in me though clothing? I didn't know.

"Hey!" Jason snapped like a stern father while pointing his finger across the table at Finn. "Hands where I can see them."

"What are you? My father?" I questioned sarcastically when Finn's hand left my leg, going to his crossed arms.

"Am I not allowed to touch my girlfriend now?"

Jason narrowed his eyes at us. "No. You are not, because neither of you have even an ounce of shame and I'm not testing it tonight. You've been at it like rabbits for the last few weeks." Jason carefully avoided the cause of why we weren't having sex before. For that I was grateful, even if he was about to make fun of me. "And I don't trust you not to try anything." Jason narrowed his eyes at Finn. "I'd like to avoid having to gouge my eardrums out tonight too."

"Oh, leave them alone." Al scoffed while picking up her water and taking a sip.

"No. I'm with Jason on this one." Sam chimed in. Great. I knew where this was going. There was already a blush creeping onto my face. Sam would never let this go. I bet he would even say it at my damn funeral. "I already was on the phone with them while they fucked. I'm not about to witness those kinky fucks get it on with their hands."

Thankfully, Al didn't react to that, leading me to relax again and roll my eyes. "Since when do you not want to talk about sex?" Al scoffed. "That's all your lacrosse team did, was talk about their hookups."

"That's not true." I defended. "We also talked about getting fucked up and corn hole tournaments." Beaches, beer, babes and yard games. That's basically the motto of every college and high school boys lacrosse team in the country.

"Oh, yes." Al laughed while looking pointedly at Jason. "Sam purposely lost a corn hole game so Sylvia had to give Finn a lap dance. They hated each other so much at the time, it was hilarious."

My jaw dropped as I leaned forwards to look around Finn, my vision reaching Sam who suddenly looked very interested in the white salt shaker in front of him. Finn too had raised eyebrows as he slowly turned his head to look at his best friend. "Lost on purpose?" I asked in an oddly high voice. Sam guiltily looked at me and shrugged sheepishly. "Samuel Valentino, you better be damn grateful that there's 195lbs of man between you and me right now because if there wasn't I'd be strangling you."