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A slow grin creeps acrossit a squeeze “How about we drop this yahoo off” I tip et you alone and do wicked things to your a body”

“I heard that,” Charles calls without looking up from his phone

“You were supposed to,” I deadpan

He lifts one hand and sticks hisaway from his phone

Rylee laughs, pushing against o”

Charles walks to the other side of the truck, and I open the driver side door I pinch lare over her shoulder, and I give her a cheeky grin

Once we hit the road, Charles fumbles with the radio until he finds a rock station

“Fuckdown at Rylee’s hand onto be the type of couple who can’t keep their hands off each other, aren’t you?”

“I could always her Would you like that, Charles?”

“Seriously, Zayden?” Rylee gasps

“Fuck no Ione friend getting another friend off” He flicks a piece of lint off his knee “And also, since we’re officially friends and all, it’s probably about time you called me Pierce”

“Fine” I pull to a stop outside his house “Pierce, get the fuck out of my truck”

He laughs as he opens his door

“Later, lovebirds” Just before he closes the door, he peeks his head back in “Word of advice, Rylee Fucking against the washing machine is hella hot Those extra vibrations do wonders” Before Rylee can say anything, he shoots her a wink and slams the door shut

I expect her to be eood a to my dick