“Don’t get your panties all in a twist, I’m just yanking your chain.” Tom pats me on the shoulder. “Den, you up for that beer?”
“Got nothing better to do.” He climbs out from behind his kit.
“I’m out of here. Catch you f**kers later,” Smith says, heading for the door. “Oh, Jake,” he adds, turning back, “my old lady asked if you and Tru want to go out for dinner after my folks leave on Friday.”
“Sounds good. I’ll check with Tru and let you know.”
“Cool, I’m outta here. Catch you all tomorrow.”
I’m real glad Smith’s wife suggested a night out. I know Tru is missing Simone, and I know she’d never say it, but she’s lonely for female company. I think she’d get on real well with Carly; she’s a cool chick.
“I’m gonna call Tru. I’ll meet you two idiots in the car in a few.”
I head out of the studio, walking toward my office, calling Tru as I go.
“Hey, baby,” she coos down the phone.
God, she sounds so f**king sexy. I love her voice. Especially when it’s screaming out my name while I’m inside her.
“Hey, beautiful. Before I forget, Smith’s wife invited us out for dinner on Friday. You up for that?”
“Sounds like fun. I’m in. So when are you coming home?” She turns the sexy voice on, and I feel it all the way down to my cock. “I bought this tub of cookies-and-cream ice cream earlier, and I was thinking when you get home, we can take it to bed, and you could maybe…eat it off me. You can blindfold me again too, if you want.”
If I want. Is she serious? Right now, I want nothing more.
I groan in my pants. Walking into my office, I close the door behind me and readjust my cock. “Fuck, baby, you’ve made me hard.”
“That was kinda the point.” I can practically hear her salacious smile.
“Good job I’m alone, then.”
“That as well,” she says, giggling. “So how long will you be?”
Staring down at my hard-on, I’m torn between that and going out with the boys. I blow out a breath, letting my head fall back against the door, knowing Tom will never let me live it down if I blow them off to go home to my girl. “That’s why I was calling. I just said I’d go out with the boys for a beer.”
“Oh.”
I hear her disappointed tone loud and clear. It cuts me.
“If I don’t go, I’ll never hear the end of it from Tom,” I explain.
“It’s okay, baby, I understand. You should go out with the boys. I take up too much of your time as it is. I’m just disappointed I have to wait a little longer to see you is all.”
“I want you to take up all my time.”
I hear her breathing down the line. “Me too. Now go have fun with the guys. I’ll be here waiting for when you get back.”
“With the tub of ice cream?”
“Most definitely.”
I smile. “What will you do while I’m out?” I hate to think of her there, all alone.
“I might call Stuart, see if he’s free to watch a movie.”
“Call? He lives a f**king stone’s throw from us, lazy-ass.”
She giggles. I f**king love that sound.
“I’m lazy and proud of it! What can I say?”
“Say you love me.”
“I love you,” she breathes. And I feel it everywhere, almost like her pretty little hands are running all over me right now.
“Love you more.”
“Not possible.”
“No?” I smile. “I’ll show you later exactly how much I love you.”
A bang on the door frightens the shit out of me, and then Tom’s loud voice booms. “Come on, motherfucker! Stop whispering sweet nothings to Tru and get your tardy ass out here and in the car. I’m f**kin’ dying for a drink!”
Shaking my head, laughing, I say, “Gotta go, baby, the boys are waiting. I’ll see you later.”
I hang up with Tru, and when I get to the car, Tom and Denny are in the back waiting.
“Where to?” Dave asks, pulling out of the parking space.
I look over my shoulder at Tom and Denny.
“Déjà-fuckin’-vu!” Tom grins.
“No f**kin’ way, man! I’m not going to a strip joint. If Tru finds out, she’ll kick my ass.”
Tom rolls his eyes. “Okay, Crazy Girls.”
“I said no strip joints.”
“It’s not a strip joint. It’s a respectable establishment.”
“It’s a bikini bar.”
“Exactly. Tits and ass all covered. Tru can’t get pissed about that.”
“No way.” I shake my head.
“Stop being such a pu**y!” Tom exclaims. “You do still have a dick in there, don’t you?” He nods in the direction of my pants.
“I’m with Jake on this one, man,” Denny chips in. “No strip joints or bikini bars,” he adds just as Tom opens his mouth to start up again. “Let’s just go to a normal club.”
“For f**k’s sake! You’re a right pair of boring bastards! I expect this shit from him”—he jerks his head in Denny’s direction—“but you, man,” he says to me, “I’m disappointed, and also a little gutted. I’ve well and truly lost my wingman. I might as well be on f**kin’ date night with Stuart, being with you two. Next thing you’ll say is let’s go to a g*y bar because there’re no women there.”