Chapter 21: Alignment of Men
June 17. Afternoon.
I didn’t have a label for Brayden York, although Ging claimed that he was my boyfriend. The two of us were seated on Ging’s patio, lounging in the sun, and enjoying drinks. For the past two hours I had walked him through my s****l adventures with the realtor: the size of his c**k and how Brayden used it; the way Brayden enjoyed lathering my neck with kisses; the spooning we shared long into the night along the Gulf.
“It’s everything I have with Nick,” he said, glistening in the sun. “You’re practically married to the guy, Ian.”
I wasn’t, and refrained from thinking so. I told Ging, “Don’t be repulsive. If you can’t say something nice, don’t say it at all.”
“Thank you for the scolding. I love it when a man overpowers me,” he joked, enjoy
