26 Triple Entendres
Blake“Do I look like someone who just had s*x in the parking lot behind a gas station?”
I give Jess a thorough onceover. Tousled hair—check. Sexed-up flush on her cheeks—check. Beard burn on her neck—check. Oh yeah, that’s what I like to see.
“Naw,” I answer. “You look like my girlfriend.”
Humor dances in her brown eyes. “And just out of curiosity, what does Blake Riley’s girlfriend look like?”
I reach over and tweak one still-hard n****e through her shirt. “Well-fucked.”
Jess groans in frustration. “Okay, pull over at the next gas station so I can use the bathroom to clean myself up.”
“Is that really a risk you’re willing to take, J-Babe? You know what happens when we go to gas stations.”
Hell, I don’t think I can ever pump gas again without thinking about pump
