to those railings. Plus, I know how much of a kick you get out of playing hard to get.’
His friend leaned forward. ‘I don’t play at being hard to get, Ashley. I am hard to get.’ He sniffed. ‘The band needs a few contrasts. I’m the counterbalance to all the super sluts.’
‘Did you just call me a slut?’
‘Would you rather I used the term Lothario?’
Ash stuck his tongue out at him. ‘I’m reformed, and so is Xane.’
‘Yeah.’ Spook gave another of those telling eye-rolls. ‘Course you both are. Well,
you
might be. Nothing on earth will ever reform Xane.’
‘Wha – t! Are you saying that he and Dani aren’t going to last?’
‘I’m saying nothing will reform him, and I doubt she’s got the stamina to keep him satisfied all by herself. I don’t think any single human being has. Anyway, getting back to your dilemma, do you want me to detain Iain?’
Ash gave the proposition a moment’s thought. He did want to go to Ginny, but sneaking away now would result in a serious grilling tomorrow from one or another member of the band, and likely a lot of ribbing too. The best plan was to sit tight and do yogic breathing exercises or something. Flat on his back was the best position for that. Ash stretched along the length of the sofa, pointed his toes and pulled all his muscles tight before attempting to relax them one by one. It didn’t achieve a goddamned thing, other than drawing attention to his dick. ‘I couldn’t go out sporting this anyway,’ he said. ‘One, I wouldn’t get my trousers on, and two, I’d probably be arrested for indecency. The last thing I need is a night in the cells being some guy’s bubba.’
Spook chuckled. ‘Reckon that’d shrink your problem fast.’
Ash threw a cushion at him, which Spook caught and sent hurtling back at him immediately. It landed square on his loins, making him yelp. He rubbed his wound better with the spongy missile. ‘That hurt, fucker!’
‘You started it.’ Spook smiled at him showing an awful lot of teeth. ‘Remind me not to lean against that cushion in future, at least not until it’s been through a hot wash.’
Ash contemplated beating him around the head with it, but he knew he’d come off worse. Spook fought dirty, and he always took advantage of his opponent’s weaknesses. Frankly, one blow to his cock was all he could take.
Blow!
What he wouldn’t give to be sliding himself into Ginny’s heavenly mouth right now. And to think, he’d never really liked blowjobs before he’d met her.
‘We could put on a movie,’ Spook suggested. Ash glanced across at him to find his friend regarding him as if there were some interesting factoid about him that he’d hitherto not noticed.
‘No. I’m good.’ Porn wasn’t going to do it for him, and even the latest blockbuster wasn’t going to cut it as a distraction. He made a second attempt at the relaxation exercise, this time incorporating a visualisation. Alas, the only visual he summoned with any clarity was of Ginny in those tiny shorts, and how bloody glorious it had looked when he’d pushed his cock through the side leg of them and into her hungry cunt.
Uh-huh!
His cock nodded in agreement. That was totally hot.
‘Ash, you do know you don’t have to be shy? It’s not as if I haven’t seen you come before like a zillion times.’
But only when there’d been a woman in the room. ‘I am not sitting here wanking while you watch.’
‘Sure?’ Spook drew his fingers through his long hair, tugging it back off his face. He gathered it at the back of his head before releasing the blond strands again. ‘Suit yourself, but don’t blame me later when you still can’t walk straight and it aches.’
‘At least mine remembers how to rise.’
His friend gave a deep, weary sigh. ‘Don’t try and make this about me. I get plenty hard when something actually turns me on.’
‘Then how come I’ve never seen it?’
‘Because you don’t do it for me, dumbo.’
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