Page 103 of Bourbon Kingdom
“Unfortunately, he’s still a fuck-up, but I’m a sucker for fuck-ups,” I said, while smiling at a surprised Jett.
“A fuck-up, huh? I wouldn’t say I fucked up last night, or this morning,” Jett wiggled his eyebrows.
“Dude, we all know what you did last night,” Blane said, while taking a seat in one of the kitchen chairs.
“What? You heard us?” I asked, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Kind of hard not to,” Diego responded. “Especially when Jett is trying to hammer you through the wall. I mean, fuck dude, do you have a jackhammer in your pants?”
“I don’t know, ask Goldie.”
All three men looked down at me, making me feel incredibly exposed.
“What, you’re all clammed up now? That’s hard to believe,” Jett teased.
“She’s all talk,” Diego added. “Girl can’t handle being picked on.”
“You would think, with how sassy she can be, she would be able to defend herself in front of three strapping men,” Blane said, while taking a sip of his coffee.
“She’s shy,” Jett cooed in my ear.
“She has no game,” Diego poked.
“She can’t even handle—”
“Jett has a needle dick,” I shouted, trying to think of something offensive to say. Puffing out my chest, I nodded and said, “Yup, he has a needle dick, can’t even find it in his pants. It’s like a little piece of macaroni floating around in a world of big meat balls. Yeah, you heard that right, he has big balls and a small dick. It’s like, where’s your dick, man?” I said, while holding my hands out and adding a nervous laugh. “Like, uh, hello, are you even a man or am I staring at a giant moose knuckle?”
Diego, Blane, and Jett all fell silent as they just wondered what the hell was going through my head.
Sheepishly, I said, “Yup, big balls, small dick,” just to confirm my point.
Silently, Diego walked toward both Jett and me and looked Jett up and down before squatting in front of him. He moved his head closer to Jett’s crotch and Jett swatted him away.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jett asked, offended.
“Looking for the giant moose knuckle, this I have to see.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Jett laughed, while grabbing ahold of my arm. “Looks like someone needs to learn a lesson.”
“Oh, no, not another game of find the needle in the haystack,” I rolled my eyes, making both Blane and Diego throw their heads back and laugh.
“Damn, Jett, do you need to talk to us?” Blane asked. “We can maybe hook you up with an enlarger or something.”
“Well, now the hammering makes sense,” Diego said in between laughter. “The man is just trying to get his damn dick to penetrate the poor girl.”
A very un-lady like snort came out of me, just as Jett grabbed the waistline of his briefs.
“You really want to joke?” Jett asked me, as his hands started to pull his briefs down.
“No!” I shouted, grabbing ahold of his hands and stopped him. A giggle escaped me as I said, “Please, don’t embarrass yourself. Not in front of these guys, it will be too humiliating for you. I can’t let you do that.”
Looking me dead in the eyes, Jett said in a firm voice so only I could hear him, “You are in so much fucking trouble, Little One.”
Gulping, I looked at how serious he was, and damn if I didn’t instantly turn wet. His kind of trouble was my kind of pleasure.
“Uh oh, looks like someone is going to get a spanking,” Diego teased. “How did it go last night?” Diego turned to Blane for help, who stood up and rubbed his head.
Blane bent over and started smacking his ass while saying, “I think something like ‘oh, yeah Jett, oh, yeah, big boy, give it to me harder.’” Then he squealed like a little girl.
