Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“Leave them on the table,” Oliver yells. Maybe he notices my uncertainty or maybe he’s just a born organizer. Either way, I’m grateful.
“And mark them with the first two letters of your name,” Stefan calls. “On the base.”
Both men drift to the table as instructed, and I use the distraction to take a seat on the edge of the pool. Carson’s having none of it, though, and he tugs my legs with his big strong hands until I’m neck deep in the water and pressed against his rock-hard body. “That’s better, isn’t it?” He holds me above water with his hands spanning my waist. Hands that feel huge, strong, and very capable.
“I don’t know, Carson. Is it?” I snap and he laughs, the movement of his body flexing his hands against my flesh.
“It definitely is.”
I reach out for the edge of the pool, and he reluctantly lets me go. “That’s minus one point for you,” I say as I swipe the water from my face and slick back my hair.
“No, baby. Don’t say that.” His hangdog expression is too adorable for me to hold anything against him.
“Is he always like this?” I ask Clay, who nods as he swipes back his wavy blond hair, water droplets spraying out behind him.
“Always. Girls either love him or hate him. There’s nothing in between.”
“Mostly, they love,” Carson grins.
“I’m reserving judgment.”
“Awwww.” Carson presses his hand over his heart. “I’m wounded.”
“You’ll heal,” I say.
Oliver swims closer, somehow still managing to look like a GQ cover model. “So, Allie. What do you want to know?”
“Truth or dare,” Carson reminds us all, and Oliver rolls his eyes.
“I’m a grown man. Playing games isn’t my thing. Whatever you want to know, Allie, I’ll tell you.”
“I can ask you what I already asked Russell?” I say. “But I need to get my phone from the table so I can record you. No more pulling me into the pool, Carson.”
He holds his hands up, palms facing out, surrendering to my demands.
When I’ve lifted myself out of the pool with as much grace as I can muster, and grabbed my phone, I get myself comfortably positioned on the side of the pool.
“Okay,” I say. “When did you realize you were above average in size?” I address the question to Oliver, who manages to keep a straight face.
“My dad mentioned that he was happy I was following in his footsteps. It was always a jokey thing that was mentioned with me and my brothers.”
“So it’s a family thing?” I get an instant icky feeling for asking about the size of his dad’s cock in a roundabout way. If Oliver is in his forties, his dad must be mid-sixties! This assignment is taking me to places I never thought I’d wander into!
“Yeah,” he says. “I guess, like anything physical, there’s a genetic element.”
“My first girlfriend refused to suck it,” Jonas says. “She said there was no way she could get her mouth wrapped around it. When I pointed out she’d sucked off my buddy the year before, she told me my dick was double the size of most guys.”
“Classy,” Clay comments.
“Yeah. She was a class act at giving head…at least that’s what my buddy told me.”
Stefan swims with an elegant breast stroke until he’s resting his arm on the pool edge next to my thigh. “I played sports right through school. It’s hard not to notice that you stand out in the locker room.”
“Yeah,” Jimmy agrees. “That’s the same as me. But then there are growers and showers so you don’t really know what size men are unless you see them erect.”
“That’s a good point,” Tom says. “Maybe that’s why men don’t seem that conscious about getting naked in front of each other despite the size differences?”
“And men don’t really discuss cock size much,” Clay says. “At least, it isn’t a conversation I’ve had with anyone other than girls I’ve been having sex with, until I told a few buddies what I was doing this week.”
“And how did that conversation go?”
“They were more interested in the beach house and the fact that I’m getting paid to talk about my junk than they were interested in discussing the actual subject matter.” He squints up at me, his hazel eyes even lighter in the glare of the sun. “In fact, they’re all in committed relationships and they have much smaller dicks than me and Carson, so I guess that’s some evidence that dick size doesn’t matter when it comes to long-term success in the love game.”
“In my experience, women have found sex with me daunting at first. It’s only once we’ve gotten over the first penetration that they’ve relaxed into it,” Tom says.
“Do you have a way of reassuring?” Oliver asks. “Like, something you always say to encourage things to progress.”
Tom nods. “I remind them that babies come out that way, and my dick is a lot smaller than a baby’s head.”