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Brushing off my hesitation, I strip out of my clothes and stride over to my bed, retrieving one of my dildos from my nightstand drawer.
CHAPTER13
DEACON
Tanner Grimsay:Are you hard?
Tanner Grimsay:Because I am
Tanner Grimsay:My cock is like stone right now and my ass is throbbing
Tanner Grimsay:My fingers feel so good fucking inside me
Tanner Grimsay:Love getting in my tight hole and stretching it out
Tanner Grimsay:Wish I was stretching it out for your cock
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.Whydid I check my phone? I was doing so well ignoring it. After I told Tanner I was out with friends, I put it back in my pocket, determined to leave it alone for the rest of the night, but the constant vibrations of texts coming through made me too curious not to check.
And now I’m a fucking mess. My entire body is trembling as lust and need and desire consume me, and the idea of my cock deflating any time soon is laughable. The only thing I can hope for now is that I don’tactuallycream my jeans. But, fucking hell, those texts…
I can’t seem to tear my eyes from my phone as I read the words on the screen over and over again, my mind bringing up the image of Tanner lying naked on his bed, his legs spread wide, feet planted on the mattress, giving his hand access to that beautiful ass. I can practically hear the groans falling from his lips as he fingers himself, his other hand flying over his hard dick.
I somehow manage to tear my gaze from my phone and reluctantly bring my thoughts back to the present moment. I glance furtively around to see if anyone’s noticed my strange behavior, but fortunately they all seem distracted.
As I told Tanner, now is really not a great time for this. If it were just Skyler and Jax, I probably wouldn’t care too much, but it’s Bryce’s birthday so the whole team is out celebrating the occasion. I love them all, of course, but I’m aware that the older guys still see me as Sullivan’s little brother. And that tends to lead to a combination of incessant prying, overprotectiveness, and merciless teasing, which basically means they’re the worst people to be around while sexting with the almost fifty-year-old, pretty much straight, billionaire father of one of my kindergarteners.
Fortunately, a lot of this evening’s focus has been diverted toward my brother, who’s made himself the subject of a fair bit of teasing thanks to the whole fake boyfriend charade happening this weekend. There’s a pool going to see how long it takes for their cover to be blown, and I’m sure if Drew were queer there’d be another one going to see how long it takes for them to hook up. Although considering Sully usually goes for pretentious, sleek and shiny twinks—AKA the exact opposite of Drew—I would choose “never” even if my roomie weren’t straight.
My phone buzzes again and, despite my better judgement, I read the text.
Tanner Grimsay:So fucking full of fingers
Tanner Grimsay:Want to be full of your cock
Tanner Grimsay:Need you to fill me up and fuck me hard
Fuck, that was a big mistake. I let out a low groan, which fortunately goes unnoticed by most of the group, but not Skyler.
He arches a curious brow at me and shifts closer to sit right next to me. “Is it him? Sexy silver fox?”
I nod and let out an exasperated sigh. “He’s sexting me. He really wants to hook up again—tonight, actually—but I’ve told him it’s a bad idea. Now he’s sending a text-by-text commentary of him jerking off.”
Skyler’s eyes widen slightly. “Okay, I’m not really sure which direction to take here. Is he a creep for sending you unsolicited masturbation texts? Or are you a dumbass for turning down a repeat?”
I blink at him. “Um…neither?”
Skyler lets out a dramatic sigh. “Dumbass it is.”
“What?”
“Deac, if he’s not a creep then you’re a dumbass. Simple as that.”
“How do you figure that?”
He ducks his head to peer under the table and I shift around uncomfortably as I sense his gaze on my crotch. He straightens back up, brows practically in his hairline. “Damn,I was going to ask if you were enjoying the commentary, but clearly…” He gives a little wave of his hand in the direction of my lower half.
“I’d prefer it if I weren’t out in public surrounded by all my teammates,” I grumble.
