Shut Out (Bayard Hockey #1)(58)
I have to admire her determination, though. She’s a tough, sweet little cookie. The weekend was too busy to think much about her, but now I’m on my way home…Fuck, I miss her. I’m excited to see her but also a little worried that maybe this fake dating thing is getting a little too intense.
Chapter 21
Skylar
“We need a chick perspective on this.”
I look up at Grady. I’m in the kitchen at Jacob’s house with him. Ben, Grady, and Hunter have just walked in.
“On what?”
“Scrotum reduction surgery.”
I choke on my latte. “What?”
“Scrotum reduction surgery.”
“Uh…is that really a thing?”
“Yeah.” Hunter slants Grady a frown. “There are legitimate reasons to have it done.”
I blink. “I guess there could be.”
“Girls get boob jobs.” Ben folds his arms across his broad chest. “Now guys are getting nut jobs?”
I burst out laughing at that.
“You know what I mean,” he says.
“We are not having this conversation,” Jacob announces, frowning. “You are not discussing your balls with Skylar.”
“I’m talking hypothetically,” Grady says. “Do girls care what guys’ balls look like?”
I nearly choke again, but I’m also laughing. “Well, I’m only one girl…”
“Yeah, but you’re smart. And hot.”
I grin at Grady while Jacob scowls more. “Personally, the most important thing is cleanliness.”
They all nod seriously.
“What about shaving?” Hunter asks.
Every other guy winces. I shrug, my lips rolled in to stop my smile as I glance at Jacob. “Um…sure. But no stubble.”
They nod again.
“Does size matter?” Ben lifts an eyebrow.
I shift in my chair. “Not to me.” Now I have to studiously not look at Jacob, because what I really want to tell them is Jacob’s balls are perfect. I love fondling them, teasing them, licking and sucking them…I have to squeeze my thighs together on a burst of lust.
“What if they’re really low hanging?” Hunter asks. “Hypothetically.”
“Stop talking,” Jacob says.
“You stop talking,” Hunter says.
I giggle. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with low hanging. Hypothetically speaking.”
Jacob groans.
“A little slap action during doggy style,” Grady says. “Girls like that, right?”
“Find your silence. Please,” Jacob says. Then he grabs my hand. “We’re leaving.”
I can’t stop laughing. These guys aren’t being offensive; they’re cute and funny despite the nature of our conversation. “Wait, I need to use the bathroom.”
He releases my hand and I hustle down the hall and into the main-floor bathroom. I’m sitting on the toilet when I spy the empty toilet paper holder. “Damn.” I open the doors of the vanity beneath the sink, but there’s none there. “Oh my God.”
Then I see the stack of fast-food napkins on top of the vanity. Wendy’s. Subway. Dairy Queen.
“Seriously?” I cannot believe this. I use a couple of the napkins, which is not the most pleasant experience, hoping they don’t plug the toilet.
After I wash my hands, I grab the unused napkins and stalk back to the kitchen. I hold them up. “Guys. This is an atrocity.”
They all exchange guilty looks but shrug. “Oops,” Jacob says. “Didn’t have time to go shopping, so we found those.”
Grady bites his lip. “They work, right?”
“Oh my God. Go buy some toilet paper!”
“Sorry, Skylar.”
Ben’s sincere apology makes me smile. Okay, it’s kind of funny as well as pathetic. I’m grinning and shaking my head as Jacob leads me out. “Where are we going?”
“Your place. You’re not allowed to hang out here anymore with those idiots.”
I giggle. “They’re kind of fun.”
Jacob is smiling too.
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“Oh sweet screaming Jesus.”
I flop onto my back and fling my arms up over my head, my body quivering from an explosive orgasm. Jacob’s naked beside me, breathing fast, and he lays his hand on my thigh and squeezes.
“Yeah,” he pants. “That.”
I smile drowsily. I’ve never been so content or lethargic. I’m not sure if I’ll ever move again.
Jacob rolls toward me. “I don’t want to leave,” he murmurs in my ear. “Okay if I stay?”
I don’t want him to leave either. “Yes.”
I’ve never spent the whole night with a guy, and it feels intimate and special and sexy. I wake up briefly a couple times in the night, and I listen to his breathing and savor the heat his body emanates. Once he reaches for me when somehow we separate, not that we can get far apart in my double bed, but he’s still sleeping, which makes my heart turn over in my chest, and I snuggle in and go back to sleep.
I’m sound asleep and warm and cozy in Jacob’s arms when the door of my bedroom opens and bangs against the wall. My fuzzy brain tries to make sense of this. What time is it? Is it morning? I have to work at noon at the diner. Did I sleep in? What’s going on?