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“Yep, but I’m sworn to secrecy, and that was before I knew the two of them were going to get married…I just thought he was going through his ‘freaky girl’ stage.”
Dwayne gulped the rest of the whiskey. “That’s fucked up, Jake…really fucked up, and for a dude who’s like a puppy to all the women in your world…seriously…”
“Whatever, dude,” he grumbled, moving to the connected living room. “Turning on this fire,” Jake said, Dwayne’s words slipping into his head, grappling with the idea of Rakell selling herself versus his experiences. He flipped the switch watching the flames appear. “It’s different…”
Following Jake into the living room, Dwayne set the bottle on the low table hard enough to make Jake flinch before falling onto the couch. “No, it’s not, Jake. So she wanted to live out a fantasy, or maybe she likes getting kinky, and you like that too, so she’s wrong? I’m confused, brother…really fucking confused…because you didn’t have any problem jumping in when the LA lawyer I dated wanted both of us. I think I even remember you saying, ‘Why can’t she have as much fun as a guy?’ Am I remembering wrong?”
“Nope, you’re remembering right…” he said, plopping down in an oversized chair facing the couch. “No, I said that…but I was just pointing out that we had our hands all over Penelope’s body and our cocks in her, and now she’s married to a good friend of our family…seems weird,reallyweird…I know you don’t see her, but when I do, I think…”
“Jesus, I hope you think that Chris got himself a winner. ‘Cause I think he got fucking lucky, he married a kinkster…not getting married ever but…” Dwayne put his hands together like he was praying… “I’d take that long term…”
“Not sure I could…” Jake’s head went back in the chair, the whiskey submerging his thoughts…Rakell with men who paid for it…God, of course, she sucked cock like that…she had to learn, then her description of sucking a dude off in a mirror while he instructed…Fuck, a client?Then another image of her that lived rent-free in his head; her on her knees between his spread legs, her taking his cock in her mouth, reflected in the bathroom’s full-length mirror, making the tingling in his groin grow stronger.Fuck.Just the thought of that bad girl gave him a chub.
Dwayne reached forward. “Hold out your glass. You need more of this truth serum. I can’t hear this shit, Jake. Honestly, it’s so sexist, like fucking wrong. I’m not getting married ever, but you can’t think you’re going to marry someone like yourmom after you’ve been part of a conspiracy to turn good girls bad…” Dwayne snorted, pouring the last of the whiskey into Jake’s glass.
Jake twisted his mouth. He didn’t really have a comeback except to say, “Not on a mission to make good girls bad, just a master lover, and well, women dig it. And dude, you’re going to fall hard one day and want to get married and have kids.”
“No, I’m not marriage material, and at least I have enough self-awareness to recognize that.”
“Bullshit! It’s my turn to call bullshit…you would be such a great dad and…”
“I told you, no, I never want that…”
“And asshole, an amazing husband…”
Setting the bottle down, Dwayne wiggled his eyebrows. “Thank you, darling, but let’s get back to you and your sexist agenda…Is this why you’re all fucked up over Rakell…she has a past? Or are you bothered by the fact she was sucking you off in a public bathroom, a little congrats blowjob after the Bowl…? ’Cause from what I heard, you were all in on that little adventure…”
“It’s complicated and I can’t go into it, but let’s just say…” he huffed, “…it’s a lot to get my head around.”
“Why do you have to? Not sure what’s going on, but honestly, Jake, you only need to get your head around who she is to you right now, not who she was to someone else a year ago, five years ago… Why does that matter?”
Jake looked up at the ceiling. “Because who she was to others is a part of her now. We don’t just move on and start fresh…”
Dwayne cleared his throat loudly. “Okay, fair, then you gotta hell of a lot of girlies whirling around in you, ‘cause I can probably name over thirty women—and that’s just the ones I can remember—that have floated in and out of your life and especially your bed, and a few of them have been in both ourbeds, or let’s say both of us have been in their beds…and we know for a fact several of them have gone on and gotten married, have great lives, maybe if we’re lucky they picture us when they are getting off, but that’s a big if…so you’re overthinking this shit.”
“God…maybe…”
“Jake what are you worried about; you think Rakell’s picturing some other dude when she’s with you? You are on top of the world, brother. Just won the Super Bowl, you’re dreamy hot…” Dwayne chortled. “That’s coming from a dude who prefers women. I mean, I see what happens to women when you give them an ounce of attention…it’s nauseating…I’m standing beside you, doing fucking magic tricks, bringing on the Bradshaw charm, and they barely notice because you gave them a glimpse of those piercing blues…it’s sickening… So I guarantee you…she’s only picturing you. Those other guys were boys compared to what you have to offer.”
“Not necessarily, but I’ll take the flattery.” Then Jake sat up, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Changing the subject and speaking of the Bradshaw charm…you told me we needed to win the Super Bowl because you promised your dad, but then you said it was for your mom ‘cause she’s the one that stayed… That didn’t make any sense to me…your dad.”
“I knew it was a matter of time before you asked… Truthfully, I’d rather talk about those kinky nights when you used to be fun.” Dwayne chortled, trying to move past Jake’s question.
“Nope, I just sat here and listened to you lecture me…so…” Jake chided.
“Getting the tequila, Pantalones, the new stuff Matthew McConaughey is selling… You know what Matt says, ‘If we all kept our pants on’…” Dwayne paused, waiting for it…
“None of us would be here.” Jake jumped in on cue.
“Besides, I’m going to need liquid encouragement to endure a therapy session with you, Skyler…” Dwayne couldn’t resist.
“Fuck you…” Jake said, standing. “Be right back,” he grumbled, turning toward the bathroom.
“You okay?” Dwayne said, handing him a new glass with clear liquid.
“I kinda feel better…but I am definitely staying the night,” he said, grabbing the glass from Dwayne. “So what was that shit about your dad?”
“It’s a fucked-up story, Jake, and…”
