“Because.”
“That ain’t fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
“You done dug around in my pussy more than my OB at this point, and I can’t even see your dick?”
Van stared at me for a second before he started laughing.
“I’m serious.”
“I know. That’s the problem.”
“What do you think I’m gonna do?”
His eyebrows went up. “You really asking me that?”
“I just wanna look.”
“What do you wanna see it for?”
Because besides porn, JB was the only man I had ever seen naked like that, and I damn sure wasn’t telling Van that.
“I just wanna see it.”
He shook his head and went back to his bag. “We’re not kids, Lee. I’m not doing no you-show-me-yours-I-show-you-mine shit. If I pull it out, I’m gonna wanna use it.”
“You boring.”
“Whatever. You need to start getting ready anyway. Reservations at seven.”
I folded my arms, irritated for a reason I couldn’t even explain.
“Fix your face,” he said.
I flipped him off, grabbed my phone, and started scrolling.
“Lee.”
I ignored him.
“Go get ready for dinner.”
“I ain’t hungry.” That was a lie. I was always hungry, and Van knew it too.
He got quiet while I kept scrolling like I had suddenly become deeply interested in whatever was on my screen. A few seconds later, the mattress dipped and my phone disappeared right out of my hand.
“Van!” I looked up and found him standing over me. “What the hell?”
“Here.”
Before I could figure out what he was doing, he pushed his joggers down just enough. My mouth closed because, well, I had asked. Van stood there completely straight-faced while my brain tried to catch up.
“There’s my dick, crybaby. Happy?”
I couldn’t answer immediately. The first thing that got me was that he wasn’t even hard. Even soft, he was longer and thicker than I had expected. JB wasn’t little by any stretch of the imagination, but usually when he was around this size, he was already hard. That realization gave me exactly the opposite reaction it probably should have. Instead of scaring me away, it made me curious.
Van caught me staring. “You done?”