Page 54 of The Lockdown Mann

Me: Fuck off.

Des: I did. If I were there, I’d lick and kiss every inch of your hot skin.

My dick responds, growing beneath my shorts, which I’m sure is exactly what he wants.

Me: Stop trying to get me hard.

Des: Is it working?

Me: Yes.

My gaze shoots to Hunter again, as if he’s psychic and will know what I’m texting. Of course he’s not paying me any attention, instead wrapped up in his man.

Des: Is Hunter there?

Me: Yes.

Des: Will you do something for me?

What is he playing at?

Me: Depends on what it is.

Des: Tell him you’re going to take a shower, go in there, and jerk off for me on video call.

I snap forward in the bed, the quick movement making Hunter look my way. “Everything okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

Me: What? I can’t do that.

Des: You can if you want to. He won’t know. I won’t speak. Just angle the phone so I can watch you.

My fingers linger over the screen for a second. My first instinct is to tell him no. There’s no fucking way I can do that, but really…couldn’t I? If I want to, I could. He’s right. Hunter would never know. It’s not like one of us hasn’t jerked off in the shower when we’ve shared a room before; it’s just that I’ve never done it while his best friend is on the phone watching me.

My dick twitches. Clearly, it likes the idea.

Do it. You want to.

And I do want to…because it’s with him. Des has always had some kind of power over me, one that gives me the courage to do things I’d never be brave enough to do without him, things I probably wouldn’t even realize I want.

Me: Only if you do the same.

Des: Done.

I try to wipe the smile from my face as I stand, grateful I’m not completely hard, so my dick isn’t tenting my shorts.

“I’m going to grab a shower real quick,” I tell Hunter.

“Okay,” he replies.

I grab my bag and hurry into the bathroom, heart slam-dancing against my chest. I lock the door, then turn on the water, stripping out of my clothes just as a video call comes through.

Shit. Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to jerk off with Des while Hunter is in the next room?

Fuck yes, I am.

I answer the call and see his gorgeous face. It looks like he trimmed his beard recently. He’s grinning at me, shirtless in his bathroom. “Let me see you,” he whispers.