Nothing says awkward like coming in your pants while dry humping.
Jay McLeanIn my mind, this is what I look like: A giant St. Bernard, huffing and panting with sloppy drool falling out of my mouth, whimpering, like I need to lick and taste a giant bone inches from my face. He can be my giant bone. Oh. My. God. Bone.
Jay McLeanI should lick him. Just his chest. NO! I’m not that wasted. Is he? Maybe he won’t remember if I just have one lick.
Jay McLeanNo one suspects the people they love of douchebaggery," Heidi looks at me sympathetically.
"Or slutbaggery," Lucy adds.
To whoever wrote Fifty Shades of Grey," Cam eyes the sky like he's thanking the Lord. We all laugh and drink.
Jay McLeanI'm thinking that maybe I'm really far from more than a lot liking you, Mikayla Jones.
Jay McLeanWe're testing each other. Seeing how far we can take this before something snaps. Most likely my dick.
Jay McLeanGod Jake, I so much more than a lot like you."
"Mikayla, I passed that stage a long, long time ago.
And I look at him.
Really, truly, look at him.
And I fall in love all over again.
Because if I kiss you, then I'll want to taste you, and if I taste you then I'll need to fuck you. And if I fuck you, that means your mine. And when I make you mine, I want it to be in OUR bed. Not in a hotel room...Is that okay?
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