Page 10 of Breaking Hollywood

“How are we going to do this?” I ask him.

“If you don’t know the answer to that, then I can’t do this with you.”

I look up into his face and see the smile edging his lips. Surprisingly, I find myself smiling back.

“I mean, you’re the size of a giant, and I’m normal-sized, so—”

“I am big; that’s true. But you’re not normal or normal-sized. You’re under-sized.”

“I am not. I’m a normal size for a woman. And, anyway, didn’t anyone ever tell you that the best things come in small packages?”

“No. Because it’s a lie. Big is better. Just ask all the women I’ve fucked.”

“Jesus Christ!” I scowl. “Do you have to be so crude?”

“It’s not crude. It’s called being honest. You’re just a prude, Speedy.”

“I am not a prude.” My hands find my hips. “And sorry to burst your bubble, but not all women want big.”

He barks out a laugh. “Yes, they do. They just say they don’t to make their small-cocked boyfriends feel better about themselves.”

“Well, maybe the women who told you that you were big only did so to make you feel better about being tiny.”

“You’re hilarious. And they definitely didn’t. I’m more than happy to prove it to you.”

His hand goes to his zipper, and I slam my hands over my eyes.

“I don’t want to see your…thing!”

“Cock. And you can uncover your eyes. I wasn’t actually going to get my big cock out in front of the hospital.”

I slide my hands from my eyes and give him a dirty look.

“Speedy, as much fun as this is, can we get moving? I’m in agony here.”

I see the pinch of pain around his mouth and feel a shot of guilt.

“Shit, of course.”

I move beside him and slide my arm around his back. Even with my heels on, he’s still ridiculously taller than me. Next to him, I must look like a toddler playing dress-up.

“Okay, put your arm around my shoulders, and then put your weight on me.”

“If I put my weight on you, we’ll go down like dominoes. You weigh, what? One twenty?”

“One thirty, and I’m stronger than I look.”

“Yeah, well, I’m as heavy as I look.”

“Stop arguing with me, and let’s do this.”

“But I’m enjoying arguing with you. It’s almost like foreplay.”

I look up at him. He’s not smiling this time. His eyes look darker. Lustful. A thrill runs through me.

“You’re hilarious. Now, put your arm around my shoulders, and let’s get moving.”

He drapes his arm over my shoulders, and it’s heavy. God knows what the rest of him weighs.