Unthinkable (Unstoppable 2)

I sniggered to myself, anticipating his reaction as I yelled, “Ri said Reno’s are bigger.”

Leon was at my side again in less than a second, those blues flashing with indignation. “Fuck that! My balls are definitely bigger than Ren’s.”

Twisting to look at his affronted face, I laughed. “What are you… five years old?”

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“No.” His jaw tightened, arms flexing as he crossed them over his chest.

Thinking for a second, I pursed my lips. Then I reached down and cupped a hand over his junk.

“Fuck!” Leon gasped, eyes bulging out of his head.

Letting go, I met his gaze and shrugged. “Meh… average.”

His entire face turned red. “Fucking average?”

“What’s wrong with average?”

“You’ve been fucking fondling horses if you think my dick’s average.”

“Well, that’s fucking gross. What the hell’s wrong with you?”

“Touch it again!” he demanded, brows up.

I blinked. “What?”

He thrust his hips forward, the soft material of his black sweats brushing against my hand. “Touch it again. Actually, wait—” Pulling back a little, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, a leering smile spreading out over his face. “Oh, yeah, baby.”

My head wrinkled as I shoved at his chest. He staggered back half a step but kept his eyes shut.

“What the hell are you doing?” I muttered, rocking my head side to side.

He squinted one eye open to look at me. “Picturing that blonde chick from Suicide Squad with her lips around my dick. Except it’s so big, it doesn’t fit, so she’s just licking it instead.”

My lids slid closed. “And that’s the kind of imagery that will give me nightmares for years to come. Thanks for that.”

He gave his head an abrupt nod. “Okay… feel it now.”

“You’re twisted. Sick and twisted.” I spun on my heel before striding away from him.

“My dick isn’t average, Alissa! Harley Quinn couldn’t even fit it in her mouth!”

Raising a hand above my head, I flipped him off and kept walking.

“You didn’t answer me about Riley and Ren,” he called out.

Without turning, I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m not her keeper, asshat. Ask her yourself.”

“Whatever. I’ll ask Ren.”

“Great. While you’re at it, you two can compare dick sizes.”

“Don’t need to. Mine’s bigger. Ask anyone… except Riley. She’s a fucking unreliable source.”

I rolled my eyes as I reached my car and wrapped my hand around the handle. Tugging it open, I turned back to Leon and tilted my head. “You seem to have an unhealthy interest in your friend’s sex life, Bradshaw. Might want to look into that.”

He scowled down at me, edging a step closer, but before he could say anything, I lowered my gaze to his groin and tsked. “Might want to do something about that little tee-pee in your pants first though.”