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CROON: Ok.

CROON: I’m glad it’s you, brother. She could definitely do worse.

CROON: Stay safe X 2.

I’m glad it’s you, brother. That was the real stamp of approval from Croon, and it hit him in the chest.

SQUATCH: Thanks, brother. Will do. She’s everything.

He fired off the next response to Dev.

SQUATCH: Good girl, Darling Devin. winky face emoji

Knowing they both needed sleep didn’t stop him from sending the next text.

SQUATCH: What are you wearing?

MY OL’ LADY: Ninja Turtles Underoos and chicken leg socks?

MY OL’ LADY: (pic)

Squatch couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from his chest, he instantly silenced it with his own hand. The walls in this place were paper thin, not like at their hotel, and he wasn’t ready to alert Devin to his presence yet.

Case in point, he heard her berating herself through the wall. He had to lean his ear against it to hear clearly, but still.

“Who sends a grown ass man a picture of themselves wearing chicken socks?”

MY OL’ LADY: Unsend Unsend UNSEND!!!!!

He laughed out loud at her inside thoughts translating to a text and the socks Scott had mentioned.

SQUATCH: That’s sexy as fuck, sweetness. I’ve got my cock out and I’m typing one handed.

He wasn’t completely fibbing. He was lying there naked, but what the hell, she’d sent him her weird ass socks pic so he could return the favor. He thought about how she tasted last night and the delicious sounds she’d made as he’d fucked her, and it only took a handful of strokes to get his cock camera ready.

SQUATCH: (image)

They bantered back and forth about his dick and measuring it, it was easy and fun. It felt natural like they’d been together forever and were comfortable. He was still lazily stroking his cock, getting ramped up simply by her words, which weren’t even sexual, she was funny as hell. He’d always known it, but she held herself back, like she didn’t want to be the life of the party or center of attention. But there, in two separate rooms, with their heads against the same wall, it was just them, as close as could be.

He’d increased his pace and was leaking precum. If he put his phone down and massaged his balls, he could blow in under ten seconds, that’s how turned on he was by her fucking sense of humor for crying out loud. He did just that and was on the edge when he heard it… her laugh. One hard stroke and he came all over his hand.

“Fuck,” he gritted out as he did a few slow strokes with a twist to empty himself completely.

He threw his head back hard against the wall twice just as a way to connect to her. Fuck. He hadn’t blown his load with just a text and a socks pic before.

He was well and truly fucked. She would lead him around by his dick and he would happily let her. Jasper fucking Stanton was gone over a woman.

After cleaning himself up, he grabbed the phone to read the text that had come in.

MY OL’ LADY: You just got me in trouble with the people next door. I was being too loud. I think your 4th grade teacher taught you how to use a ruler incorrectly. Those are centimeters, Jasper. Inches are the other one.

Oh, she’d just slipped up. Harmon’s nearest neighbor wasn’t close enough to hear her. He didn’t plan to call her on it, he’d let her keep her illusion for now. They went back and forth about his cock, but he wanted to hear her come undone at his words as he had hers… needed it.

SQUATCH: Thank you. Is all this talk about my dick making you hot. Are you touching yourself and moaning my name at the top of your lungs? Is that what made your neighbors mad?

No response.

SQUATCH: I just blew my load all over my hand just reading your words.