Page 85 of Bridesmaid By Chance
I bring our connected hands up to my lips, and I press a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “You’d be thinking about my dick.”
“Pretty presumptuous, don’t you think?”
I shake my head. “No, you would.” I pause and then lean closer. “Does he roll his dick?”
“Huh?” she asks cutely.
“Douche, does he roll his dick up?”
“Uh…no.”
“So he’s not hung like a horse?”
She chuckles and leans in closer, the smell of her perfume clouding my thoughts even more. “He’s pretty big.”
“Fuck.” I exhale and lean my head against my chair now. “I didn’t want him to be big.”
“Why?”
“Just don’t like that you’ve been with a big dick.”
“Because you’re…small?” she asks.
“No,” I say. “Because I want to be the only big dick you know.”
“Can you be quiet?” the lady next to us whispers. “You’re being rude while people try to sleep.”
“Sorry,” Sloane says with a wave of her hand. Then she whispers to me, “Drink your water and get some rest.”
She lets go of my hand and turns back around.
Not satisfied, I pick up my phone and text her. I know she signed on to the airplane Wi-Fi because I caught her texting her sister earlier.
Hudson: I want to be the only big duck in your life.
Shit.
Hudson: Duck.
God dammit.
Hudson: Not duck. Duck.
Growling, I slowly type out the worddick, and when I’m satisfied, I send it.
Hudson: Dick.
Sloane picks up her phone and reads the messages, a cute smile passing over her lips.
Sloane: Go to bed, Hudson.
Hudson: No. I want to talk.
Sloane: There is nothing to talk about.
Hudson: Did you suck him off?
Sloane: We’re not doing this.
