Page 59 of So This Is War
“No, don’t. Let’s just focus on the tasks you need to complete. Because I have more. And you need to pack for me.”
“Don’t worry, I already did that. You’re all set to go.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Even took it upon myself to pack you some condoms and a vibrator, in case you wanted to go solo.” Jesus. “Wasn’t sure how many condoms you’d need. I figured one a night because I wasn’t sure how long you could go?—”
“All night,” I say, that irritation clawing up me once again. “I can go all fucking night.”
With a surprised expression, she says, “Oh, good for you. With your age, I wasn’t sure what your stamina was like.”
“I’m notthatgoddamn old,” I say in a snappier tone, which of course only makes her smile more. Seems like my pain is her pleasure.
“Well, either way. I can add more if you’d like.”
“Don’t plan on fucking anyone while I’m away,” I say as I move down toward my bedroom to find my suitcase on the bed with the packing cubes spread out and full.
“Don’t plan on fucking anyone?” she asks. “I don’t think that’s a very good decision.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“Well, not to point out the obvious, but it seems like you’re very tense at the moment. Your shoulders are practically kissingyour ears. Whenever I see that much tension in a man, I know they need to let loose.”
“I’m fine.”
“Ehhh, once again, not to overstep here, but I care to disagree. Maybe there’s something I can do to help.”
Uh, yeah, there is.
Take your shirt off.
Take your pants off.
Disrobe everything and get on your fucking knees.
Let me wrap your hair around my fist and guide that sweet mouth over my cock.
Let me fuck your mouth until you gag.
That’s what you can fucking do.
“I’m fine,” I say, turning away from her. I look at all the packing cubes and sift through them. “Why did you pack so many boxer briefs?” Focus on something else other than her plump and pouty lips.
“Because you can never have enough underwear. Plus you like to sleep in them, so I figured you would want to have extras on hand.”
Smart. Didn’t think about that.
I pick up a matching sweatsuit. “What’s this?”
“A sweatsuit,” she replies.
“I see that, but why did you pack it?”
“Because I thought you could use a style update.” How dare she. My style is impeccable. “I was going through your social media videos, and some of the casual outfits you wear lack some modern Gen Z appeal.”
Is she talking about tucking my sweatpants into my tube socks? Because I fucking refuse.
REFUSE!
“That’s because I’m a millennial,” I say.
“Yes, I know. It’s obvious.” Uh, pardon me? “I thought I’d spice it up a bit. Give you something to wear that the kids can relate to. Also, how do you feel about a bolo tie?”
