"If you and Drew need another guy to help get you off just holler-

"Never going to happen."

"The proper thing to say would have been 'Drew doesn't need any help getting me off'."

"Shut up and go to bed," I snapped.

~*~

"Are sure you'll be ok by yourself?"

"I got my cousin Pound Cake." I inwardly cringed as the words spilled from my lying ass lips. Why am I doing this?

"Okay." Drew grabbed me, hands sliding over my ass. "Dayum. all this ass."

"And you still don't know what to do with it," Nick- I mean Pound Cake- commented, passing us by with just a towel wrapped around his lower parts headed for the shower.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Drew asked.

"Nothing, Pound Cake has a severe case of turrets," I interjected.

"Oh. Well, I'll see you tomorrow, baby." As soon as I shut the door, Nick practically jumped me, crowding my body against the door with his.

"You were all I could think about these past five years, Muffins. Your sweet scent, your beautiful hair, and this perfect body. You know how many nights I stroked my dick thinking of you. I don't care about your pussy ass boyfriend I'm NEVER letting you go again. I'll even share 'cause a piece of you is better than nothing at all."

THIS BUFFOON HAS GOT TO GO ASAP-

Wait. You know what he could stay.

THE END