Page 73 of Jonas

“You’re all muddy.”

So was she, and that mud was quickly drying.

“Hop down, baby. We need to shower and I need to check my phone.”

I misread her expression thinking she was going to give me shit about the shower a second time.

Instead she gasped, “Your phone.”

“Waterproof,” I told her. I hadn’t felt her phone on her but I still asked, “Yours?”

“Left it in the cabin.”

That was good news.

As soon as Derrika was back on her feet I pulled out my phone. The screen immediately came alive. I tapped in my password and went to my text from Cash.

Dude! I appreciate porn as much as the next guy. BUT I do not want to see your pasty ass drilling your girl. ABORT MISSION!

I ignored the ‘your girl’ part and the funny feeling in my stomach at my friend seeing me kiss Derrika.

How do you know my ass is pasty? Maybe I sunbathe nude.

Cash’s reply was quick.

Now I have questions. If you sunbathe nude does that mean you have a brown wiener?

I couldn’t hold back my bark of laughter. I was tapping out my reply when his next text came through.

All I can picture is the stale, wrinkly hot dogs at 7-11 in the spindle warmer thing.

I gave up replying when Cash blew up my phone with rapid one-liners.

Do wieners peel like your back after a sunburn?

Does aloe work on a burnt cock?

Do they make sunscreen for cocks?

I sent back a middle finger emoji and shoved my phone back into my pocket.

“Is everything okay?”

No, everything was not okay. I’d inadvertently given Cash fodder for his next ball breaking session. Though I’d rather him bust my chops over tanning my cock than hear about him watching me make out with Derrika.

“Yup.”

She eyed me with something that resembled suspicion—not full blown distrust but a hint of wariness. I understood skepticism. I understood not wanting to trust someone. I understood it in a way that I knew the last thing I wanted was for Derrika to have any reason to doubt me.

That’s why without hesitation I pulled back out my phone, unlocked it, and handed it to her.

She shook her head and added a hand in front of her, waving off the phone.

“Take it, Dee Dee.”

“Jonas—”

I kept the phone on offer and asked, “What are we doing here?”