Page 2 of Lie with Me
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” I nonchalantly adjust my junk and glance at the computer screen. “Where are the girls?”
“Napping, finally.” Jett drops his head back. “London was up with Layla all night again.”
“Sucks, man.” I attempt to make casual conversation. “I remember my mom complaining I didn’t sleep through the night until I started crawling.”
“Yeah. Well, we are almost there, so here’s hoping.” Jett chuckles. “Anything going on I should know about?” He nods at the monitor.
“Nope. All quiet on the western front.”
“Nice. That’s what I like to hear.”
“Don’t we all.” I fiddle with Tara’s flower distractedly.
Jett sighs. “Why don’t you just go see her?”
“Who?” I whip my head over at him.
He shoots me adon’t bullshit me, brotherlook.
“The owner of that flower,” he says directly.
I scoff. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m being serious.” He’s stern.
Not that I haven’t considered it, but what would it accomplish? Another weekend, at most, of complete and utter bliss that has a foreseeable end? A tease of happiness? No thanks. I’d rather just get past it on my own.
“I don’t think so.” I brush him off.
“You’ve been moping around here since Tara left.”
“I don’t know if moping is the right word,” I grumble.
“Yearning then? When I walked in here, you were just about to jerk off to that flower.”
“I was not.” I glare up at him. “I wasadjusting.”
“Sure, we can call it that if it makes you feel better.” He calls bullshit.
“Kayne would hang me off Diamond Head by my ankles if he found out I went to see her.”
“Don’t tell him.” Jett shrugs. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Besides, he’s so wrapped up with Ellie, he won’t even notice you’re gone.”
“That makes me feel so loved.” I bat my eyes at him sardonically.
“If I tell you thatIlove you, will your balls grow back?” He puts his hand on my shoulder, messing with me.
I smack him away and laugh. “My balls haven’t gone anywhere. Trust me. I think they’ve turned into rocks.”
“Someone needs some pussy. Perfect reason to go see Tara. Fuck her out of your system.”
I curl my lip. “You actually kiss London with that crass mouth?”
“I do way more than kiss her.” Jett leers at me like he just sprouted horns. “Don’t you want to do more withyourmouth than just blow hot air?” he goads me.
I cross my arms and exhale, half envious-half conflicted; my chest muscles stiffen as I reluctantly succumb to my raging hormones. As much as I hate to admit it, Jett is right. I do need pussy, and Tara’s is definitely worth flying clear across the country for.
