Page 29 of Bourbon Kingdom
“Watch it,” he warned, but with a smirk, making it hard for me to take him seriously. “Lyla is a Jett Girl.”
“What?” I asked, as I felt my eyes pop out of their sockets. “Lyla, my roommate? My friend Lyla?”
“Yeah, she’s filling in for you right now, keeping the members happy, and swears she can help bring you back.”
“She’s high,” I joked. “I bet she is one hot piece of ass up on the stage. She would put me to shame if I was next to her.”
“She’s pretty damn gorgeous,” Kace admitted, as he looked away from me.
Oh, my God!
“You like her! Oh, my God, Kace, you like her! You like Lyla!”
“Squeal one more time, pretty sure the neighbors didn’t hear you.”
“Eeep! I’m sorry, but you and Lyla. Oh, my God, you would make the most gorgeous babies. Jesus, I’m kind of getting a lady boner over the thought of you two together.”
“Cool it,” Kace said, getting tense on me once again. “I just said she was gorgeous.”
“No, you said pretty damn gorgeous and then had this look in your eyes, like you wished she was pumping up and down on your shaft right now.”
“This is why we’re not friends.”
“Have you talked to her?”
“Of course I’ve talked to her; I’m not a mute.”
“Oh, really? Because I’m pretty sure you don’t ever talk when I’m around.”
“That’s because I want to see what kind of insane shit comes out ofyourmouth. You never cease to amaze me.”
“I aim to please,” I smiled. “Seriously, though. Are you going to ask her out?”
He shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe. She has a mouth kind of like yours. You should have seen her when she walked into Jett’s office and told him how things were going to be if she was a Jett Girl. Jett didn’t even have a chance to get a word in. I kind of wanted to fuck her right after that.”
I sat there with my mouth open, hanging to the floor. I was shocked, not just because Kace was telling me about his feelings for Lyla, but because he was able to speak more than a few sentences. Maybe the man did need closure, because right now, I felt lighter, happier to just be talking with Kace, not fighting, not trying to dodge the sexual tension between us.
“This makes me so happy,” I giggled with joy, making Kace roll his eyes.
“Jesus, this is why I don’t tell you things, because you do this girly shit.”
“I’m sorry, should I pretend I have a dick and jerk off to the information?”
“Is that what you think guys do? Jerk off when they tell each other shit?”
“How else would you celebrate? Dick high fives?”
“Normally, we don’t just whip our dicks out when we’re around each other. Pretty much keep those wrapped up.”
“That’s boring. Guys have that whole vision of girls hitting each other with pillows in their underwear at slumber parties. Well, in my mind, when you’re all together, you hang out with your wangs out and just jostle them around when talking. You know, like, ‘Hey, man, great game today,’ jostle, jostle,” I said, while pretending to jostle my own pretend dick.
Kace gave me a questioning look and then shook his head. “There is something so beyond wrong with you.”
“So, I take that as a no?”
“No,” he said, while blowing out a loud breath. “So, has he been treating you well?” Kace asked, while taking in the surroundings of Rex’s room.
“Sure. He hasn’t really done anything bad to me. He’s kind of moody, and even though he says he wants me, he wants us to be together, I know he’s lying, because when he’s at his club, he goes and fucks some girl in the back.”
