Wait, does this mean him and Bryn are for sure not togethertogether? *crying emoji*
Bookish-Nick101:
No, this is so sad. This show isn't allowed to be over!
Chapter 23
Wyatt
Disasterstrikes.
The big red ball between Liam and me dislodges, and because I’m already leaning forward on my hands and knees, I plummet headfirst into his crotch. A wheezing breath bursts from him, and he hinges forward, getting a face full of my ass.
“Fuck,” he groans, “my nuts...”
“Well, that’s a different meaning to getting head,” Luke comments, laughter spilling out along with everyone else.
Liam tumbles over, hitting his knees before rolling to his side, grabbing his junk.
Quinn gasps between her giggles. “I can’t wait to tell everyone Wyatt gave Liam head.”
“Best head I’ve ever given,” I tell them, pushing up to my knees, and everyone bursts into a fresh round of laughter. “A little soft, but—”
“There was nothing soft about your fucking head,” Liam chokes out.
“You weren’t supposed to move the way you did, Liam.” Nate shoves off the front of the fire truck and picks up the red fitness ball that we’d been using to create a social media video. “You only have yourself to blame.”
“Yeah, this wasn’t a face down, ass up situation,” Hailey says, looking down at the phone in her hand. “You were supposed tostay upright while he went through your legs.”
“I was trying to protect the family jewels,” Liam groans, flopping onto his back and slowly sitting up.
Brody snorts a laugh, kicked back against the station wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “How’d that work out?”
“Fuck off. He wasn’t trying to get his big-ass man-body between your legs with a ball between you,” Liam says, adjusting himself.
I push to my feet, then hold out a hand to him, allowing it to distract me from the itch across my pecs from the tender tattoo there. “Not my fault you’re short as shit.”
Liam glares at me, but takes my hand and lets me help him to his feet. “Five-eleven is—”
“—ten—” Quinn throws in.
“—a respectable height, fuck you very much. Brody is a giant and he wouldn’t be able to do this either.”
My eyebrows shoot up, and I glance at the man who joined me in getting new ink last week. That day things changed between us. The cold shoulder he constantly gave me dissolved, and we’ve spent a couple days hanging out. He offered to take me to a beginner surfing spot to show me the ropes of what he does, and I offered to help him make an ass out of himself on social media.
I did it as a joke, not thinking he’d go for it, but then he got this gleam in his eye and nodded, laying out an entire plan.
A plan that Liam has just fed into perfectly.
“That sounds like a challenge to me,” I call out to everyone. “I think Brody could do it.”
“But he won’t.”
“Brody would never.”
“Hah!”
“Brody, you watched the video,right?” I ask him.
