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Hold Me If You Can: The If You Can Series, #2
Hold Me If You Can: The If You Can Series, #2
Hold Me If You Can: The If You Can Series, #2
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Hold Me If You Can: The If You Can Series, #2

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Nellie Belanger and JP Marchand have the perfect arrangement: 

 

1. She comes to Montreal
2. He makes sure she comes when she's in Montreal.
3. That's it.

 

Despite missing out on her life-changing internship and committing herself to a summer of social obligations and stuffy events so she can afford to finish her final year of university, Nellie's feeling pretty lucky. Between regular rendezvous with her former professor, Ben, and the sweet arrangement with JP, Nellie's busy, satisfied after finding not one but two friends-with-benefits who are into her no-strings-attached philosophy.

 

When Anne-Marie—Nellie's best friend and JP's sister who wants nothing more than for Nellie and JP to add strings to their arrangement—catches Nellie returning home red-faced and sweaty one night, it sets off a series of events involving a charity fun run and an unexpected betrayal, leaving Nellie scrambling to meet her father's unreasonable expectations. 

 

But after her brilliant solution offends the wrong person and leads her father to issue a devastating ultimatum, Nellie must do something she swore she'd never do again: ask JP Marchand for a favour.

 

And JP knows exactly what he wants in return.

 

This is book 2 of the If You Can series, a series of books following an unapologetically sensual college student on her journey from bed to bed. They feature multiple love interests/spicy partners with no love triangles or cheating. The conclusion to this plot line will be released in Fall 2024.

 

Hold Me If You Can is not a standalone and is best read after Kiss Me If You Can, but a series summary can be found at the beginning of the book for readers who would rather jump into this story first.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBang It Out Writing
Release dateJul 11, 2024
ISBN9781998818181
Hold Me If You Can: The If You Can Series, #2
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Cheryl Terra

Cheryl Terra writes romantic and adult fiction with drama, sass, and a whole lot of... spice. Emotional and humorous, her books focus on contemporary relationships, inclusive characters, and happily ever afters. Living with her husband in northern Alberta, Canada, Cheryl relies on the heat between her quirky and memorable characters to help keep the gas bill down in the winter. For more information and to get free books, visit Cheryl’s website at cherylterra.com

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    Hold Me If You Can - Cheryl Terra

    Hold Me If You Can

    If You Can Series: Book 2

    Cheryl Terra

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    Bang It Out Writing

    Copyright © 2024 by Cheryl Terra

    All rights reserved.

    No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, including information storage and retrieval systems or for use in training AI software, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permission requests, contact tj@bangitoutwriting.com.

    The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

    No generative artificial intelligence was used in the writing of this work.

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    Contents

    Author’s Note

    The Road So Far

    Prologue

    1.My Vibrator Would Never Do This To Me

    2.The Exorcist

    3.Spit Take

    4.No Kink Shaming

    5.Start With A Shot

    6.Finish With A Bang

    7.Magical Dick Reasons

    8.This Ain't A Sin, It's A God Damn Tragedy

    9.What's More Valuable Than Altruism?

    10.Sid Cunnilinginton The Third

    11.Expectations

    12.Is The Hot Dog Water Off The Table?

    13.Boink?!?!

    14.A Post-Run Treatment

    15.An Event To Die For

    16.Without Me, It's Just Eral

    17.Closer

    18.The Warning Bells Are Ringing

    19.Sam

    20.And Another Thing

    21.Take Care, Ms. Belanger

    22.I'll Cross That Bridge When I Get There

    23.Well, Well, Well, If It Isn't The Bridge I Said I'd Cross When I Got There

    24.A Perfect Gentleman

    25.Oops

    26.Messy Little Princess

    27.Don't Fake It

    28.Countdown

    29.Shattered

    30.You Could've Just Asked

    Epilogue

    Acknowledgments

    A Note About Neurodiversity

    En Francais, S’il Vous Plait

    Character List

    About The Author

    Also By Cheryl Terra

    Join The Chaos

    Author’s Note

    This is the second book of the If You Can series, however if you want to jump into Hold Me If You Can without reading the earlier books or just need a refresher on what happened, a summary of the series containing spoilers begins on the next page.

    There is also a character summary at the back of the book featuring names and basic descriptions of important characters.

    Please note that this books is written in Canadian English, which has rules and spellings from both UK and US English. It also contains phrases and words specifically from Québécois French. Translations of those can be found at the end of the book.

    Content Warnings: Full content warnings can be found on my website, but please note that the If You Can series contains characters who engage in casual relationships with characters not involved in the main relationship dynamic. This will not include adultery of any kind between the MCs.

    This series contains a large age gap teacher/student relationship, toxic parenting and family situations, slut shaming, references to non-consensual activity, and multiple explicit scenes. This book contains a scene that includes on-page emotional abuse, discussions of neurodiversity including harmful misconceptions (which are corrected on page), and discussions of the death of a friend (does not occur on page or within the timeline of the series).

    The Road So Far

    The If You Can series is intended to be read in order, however if you want to jump into Hold Me If You Can without reading the earlier books or just need a refresher on what happened, here is a summary of Nellie’s story so far.

    THIS PAGE CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR THE PREVIOUS BOOKS IN THE IF YOU CAN SERIES. If you would rather read the full books, get your copies here: bit.ly/ctb2r

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    The Boy Next Door: The series prequel. Set the summer before Nellie starts university.

    After realizing she can’t afford to pay for university on her own, she asks her insanely wealthy but probably sociopathic father for help behind her mother’s back, not understanding why her mom has told Nellie to cut ties with her dad. With the help of her best friend, Anne-Marie, Nellie decides she doesn’t want to start university as a virgin, but also doesn’t want to get into a relationship after her high school boyfriend spread horrible rumours about her that ruined her reputation.

    After an unsuccessful summer of misadventures and bad dates, Nellie unexpectedly connects with JP, Anne-Marie’s older brother, when she gets locked out of Anne-Marie’s room in nothing but a towel. Telling him about her ex-boyfriend telling everyone she was a slut. JP tells Nellie it’s okay to want sex but not a relationship and Nellie decides she wants to lose her virginity to him, though she doesn’t tell him she’s a virgin until after they’ve started hooking up. When they’re done, Nellie asks him not to tell anyone and rushes away because she’s afraid her religious, conservative father will find out.

    Want the full story? Get your copy of The Boy Next Door here: bit.ly/iycprequel

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    Kiss Me If You Can: Three years after The Boy Next Door, Nellie is a self-described joyfully promiscuous college student who doesn’t do serious relationships, but does do anyone who seems like a good time... except JP, who she’s successfully avoided seeing since that day in his bedroom when she lost her virginity, despite his attempts to get in touch with her.

    After unexpectedly running into JP at a social event, Nellie’s dad tries to get him to convince Nellie to go to law school again since he is now a successful junior associate with his dad’s law firm. Much to Nellie’s dismay, JP offers to tutor her for the LSAT if she doesn’t get the internship. Well aware of her dad’s toxic nature and tired of him trying to control her life, Nellie tells him she’s so certain she’ll get the internship that if she doesn’t, she’ll take him up on the offer so she can take the LSAT and consider going to law school.

    Unfortunately, after offending a former flame who has connections to the internship, Nellie isn’t accepted. She decides to hide this from her dad and gets a job at a restaurant to pay her bills, but her dad discovers her lie and tells her that until she takes the LSAT and attends the events he wants her at with a date who Nellie despises, he will withdraw all financial support. Upset, Nellie impulsively spends the weekend hooking up with Ben, her former psychology professor who she’s been regularly flirting with all summer.

    Not able to avoid JP any longer, Nellie finally tells him she’s been avoiding him because he kept trying to get in touch with her and she didn’t want a boyfriend. JP tells her just because he wanted to check on her after they hooked up didn’t mean he wanted to be her boyfriend, he just wanted to make sure she was okay. He tells her he only offered to tutor her for the LSAT because he didn’t think she’d need it and encourages her to stand up to her dad. They eventually agree to a friends-with-benefits situation since Nellie will be spending a lot of time in Montreal over the summer and hook up again. With casual hook ups arranged in both Ottawa and Montreal, Nellie is surprisingly looking forward to her summer even if she has to spend more time than she wants with her dad.

    Want the full story? Get your copy of Kiss Me If You Can here: bit.ly/iycbook1

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    Prologue

    Jerk Pants

    No matter how I twisted it, I couldn’t figure out why everyone was laughing.

    It had to be something really funny. My mom had both hands over her mouth and a tear snaking down her cheek as she stifled her laughter.

    Jesus-Mary-and-Joseph, my dad said as the bride let out a loud cackle while the groom grinned at her and the wedding guests descended into chaos. My mom leaned forward in her chair, her head nearly on her lap and her shoulders shaking.

    What does it mean, though? I whispered.

    Lower your voice, my dad snapped, since I wasn’t actually whispering. But half of the people around us were laughing the same way my mom was and I had to speak over them.

    But Dad, I don’t understand—

    As you shouldn’t. His voice was clipped and he turned to my mom. For God’s sake, Victoria. Enough.

    H-He said— She coughed, shaking her head. He-He-He s-said—!

    Yes, we all heard what he said, my dad said.

    "But what does it mean?! I repeated, then reached across my dad’s lap and shoved my mom’s thigh. Mom, why is everyone laughing? I don’t get it. What’s so funny about—"

    Nellie! my dad hissed. "It is not at all appropriate for you to know what that means. Just know that it is something you should never say."

    But—

    Max, let me—It’s n-not— My mom coughed, shaking her head before heaving a deep breath and leaning across my dad’s body so she could whisper to me. "Honey, it’s a… a term for a grown-up thing. It’s n-not something you s-say in your wedding v-vows."

    Or in a church, my dad muttered.

    It wasn’t enough of an explanation to satisfy my nine-year-old self, but if even my mom wouldn’t tell me more, I knew it was hopeless. And since my dad had already scolded me three times for talking too much during the ceremony and kicking the back of the pew and somehow getting gum in my hair even though I wasn’t even chewing gum, I didn’t want to make things worse. Sitting back in my chair, I pinched my forefinger and thumb together and swung my legs impatiently, waiting for the ceremony that was taking forever to finish so I could ask Anne-Marie, who was sitting next to her mom farther down the row, what it meant.

    I mean, she had to know. Her mouth had opened into a wide O and her eyes went almost as large as everyone was laughing.

    But she couldn’t tell me what it meant, either.

    "Je sais pas," she whispered as we lagged behind our parents, who were gossiping wildly while waiting in the line outside the church so we could tell the bride and groom we were happy for them.

    Why did you look so shocked then? I whispered. If you don’t know what it means?

    Because people do not laugh like that if it’s not something extremely scandalous, she replied. "And because did you see the lady in the gold dress? That is the bride’s mom. She almost fainted."

    She did not almost faint, said a voice from behind Anne-Marie. Don’t make things up.

    And ugh.

    Why are you eavesdropping? I asked, folding my arms across my chest as I turned to glare at Anne-Marie’s older brother, JP. Don’t you have anything better to do?

    No, actually, JP said.

    Which was fair, unfortunately. I’d never been to a wedding before and had originally been excited, but now that we were here, I had no idea why I’d wanted to go. The ceremony was boring except for the joke that everyone was laughing at that I didn’t understand. All we’d done so far was sit around, listen to people talk, and watch the bride and groom kiss for way too long.

    At least my mom had bought me a pretty new dress to wear. It was purple and didn’t have any itchy lace on it. And that morning, we’d gone to the Marchands’ house to get our hair done by a lady Anne-Marie’s mom had hired. My mom had gotten her makeup done, too, but she said I wasn’t old enough to wear makeup.

    Even though Anne-Marie’s mom let her wear lipstick and eyeshadow.

    Well, no one said you could listen in our conversation, Jean-Paul, Anne-Marie said. So unless you’re going to tell us what the joke was, perhaps you should find someone else to bother.

    He shook his head, pulling his shoulders back to make himself look more mature. Someone’ll explain it when you’re older.

    I rolled my eyes. You don’t even know, do you?

    I do, he said.

    Yeah, right. I looked at my nails, which the makeup lady had painted for me and which already had a chip in them because I’d put a sticker on the backseat window of my dad’s car and then had to hurriedly pick it off before he noticed when we got to the church. You’re just trying to make us think you do too look cool.

    I already look cool, he said.

    Which was also, very unfortunately, kind of true.

    Like, not totally true. Boys were gross, obviously, even though Anne-Marie said they weren’t so bad. And JP was still a smelly, rude, primeval boy with a nose that turned up just enough to make him look like a pug and a crooked tooth on the left side of his mouth. And he was mean and annoying and stupid and smelly, which was worth mentioning twice because he was a teenager now and that meant he needed, like, deodorant and stuff.

    But like, objectively, he did look kinda cool in the royal blue suit and matching tie he’d worn for the wedding. But his mom probably made him wear it or bought for him, so it wasn’t even like he picked the outfit himself.

    Well, you would look a lot cooler if you proved you actually know what it means, I told JP. ’Cause otherwise I think you’re lying.

    I’m not lying, he said. But I’m also not telling you.

    I huffed, picking at the skin around my thumbnail. But I want to know.

    Yeah, Anne-Marie agreed. What good is it to have an older brother if he won’t even explain a joke to you, Jean-Paul?

    He smirked. Alright. I’ll tell you—

    Finally, I sighed.

    —if you tell me what I’m gonna get out of it.

    I frowned. What do you mean?

    If I tell you what it means, you gotta do something for me.

    A mix of anger and annoyance began building up in my stomach. You could just do it as a favour.

    That’s not how negotiating works, he said. I do you a favour, you’re gonna owe me a favour.

    You’re a jerk, I said. Jerk Pants Marchand.

    Fine, JP said. Ask someone else, then.

    So I did.

    We were at the end of the line now. My dad was saying something to his friend, the bride’s dad, as they shook hands.

    He makes Kendra happy, I heard my dad’s friend say. "Somehow. I asked him to see Madame Villeneuve for some basic etiquette lessons, but apparently that was too ‘one-percent’ of me, whatever that means."

    My mom was talking to the groom’s mom animatedly, even though as far as I knew, they’d never met before. Mr. Marchand and Ms. Kinsley were talking to the bride’s mom, who had a strange look on her face that I think was supposed to be a smile. Anne-Marie was standing in front of me, her shoulders square and chin tilted up as she introduced herself to the groom, who looked semi-uncertain what to say to a nine-year-old he didn’t know.

    Which left me standing in front of the bride.

    Kendra.

    You are Nellie, right? she asked, smiling at me. Mr. Belanger’s daughter?

    I nodded. Yeah. Happy wedding. It was nice.

    She laughed. Thank you.

    Also, I said. What does —

    Nellie, no! JP gasped from behind me.

    I didn’t ignore him, mostly because I didn’t bother acknowledging him at all. —‘blow your dad’ mean?

    Because that was what the groom had said during his vows when he told everyone how he’d met Kendra.

    Y’all know how Kendra is, he’d said. I never seen a girl so sweet and proper with such a mouth. First time we met, she’s standin’ there wearin’ a Gucci—and he said it funny, like goo-sheedress and some Lewd Baton heels or whatever they’re called, a Bud Light in one hand and a cigarette in the other, just swearin’ like a Newfie trucker. And ya know, I say to her, I say, ‘Damn, girl, you gonna kiss your mother with that mouth?’ And not missin’ a beat, the love of my life here turns to me and goes, ‘Nah, but I'll blow your dad with it.’

    I’d known it was kinda bad because my dad said so. But I didn’t think it was so bad that the second I asked Kendra what it meant, the world would shift into slow motion as a bunch of things happened all at once.

    First, Kendra’s mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide. Next, the groom’s neck snapped towards me. His cheeks had barely started turning red when just ahead of me, my mom whirled around, but the giggles she’d had earlier had disappeared into a look of horror. In the background, my dad’s friend closed his eyes and his wife pressed a hand to her forehead. A hand clamped down on my shoulder and I thought it was my dad’s, but he was in front of me, turning around with grey eyes burning and his lips forming words that seemed to take far longer than usual to say.

    "Ele-an-or Bel-an-ger—"

    And that was when time started working normally again.

    —come here, my dad finished, his voice clear as glass and hard as the enormous diamond on the bride’s finger.

    But—

    "Now."

    It’s my fault, said a voice behind me, and I realized it was attached to the hand that had grabbed my shoulder. I twisted my neck to watch as JP stepped forward, still holding onto me. I’m sorry, Mr. Belanger.

    My dad looked at JP, his lips pressed into a thin line. I fail to see how—

    I was teasing Nellie and told her to ask, he said. I didn’t think she would because I meant it as a joke, but I should have made it clearer that I wasn’t serious.

    A bubble of silence enveloped all of us standing there as my dad studied JP. My heart was vibrating so fast that it felt like it wasn’t moving at all, but a billion heartbeats passed by before the groom let out a peal of side-splitting laughter and nearly keeled over.

    Oh, Lord thunderin’ Jesus, he gasped. This is the best fuckin’ wedding I’ve ever been to.

    Kendra looked at him, a laugh playing on her lips as she feigned offense. "It damn well better be, asshole. It’s our wedding."

    The bubble popped as the groom’s parents joined in on the laughter. Not the bride’s, though, and my dad set his eyes back on me, jaw clenched as he motioned for me to obey his order to come-here-now. I started forward without even glancing at JP, who let go of my shoulder as soon as I started walking. When I reached my parents, my dad put his hand on my upper back and started walking, nearly making me stumble. He kept his hand there, pushing me faster and faster as we left the receiving line until my mom caught up and smacked his arm away from me.

    Victoria— he started.

    I’m not disagreeing with you, she hissed. "But stop shoving her like that. She is still your daughter."

    I didn’t know what she meant by that, which seemed to be the theme of the day. But my dad’s hand fell away from my back and my mom reached down to take my hand in hers. I chewed on my lip as we walked to my dad’s car in silence.

    It wasn’t until we got into the car and both doors were shut that my dad took a breath and turned around in his seat to look at me.

    Eleanor, you need to grow up and control your impulses, he said.

    Max—

    He lifted a hand, silencing my mom.

    "We brought you today because we thought you were mature enough to handle it. You should be able to understand that a wedding is an important day and you must respect the people being married enough to pay attention. It is not the place to be loud and obnoxious. It does not matter that the groom couldn’t seem to behave himself. My daughter will stop embarrassing herself by asking inappropriate questions, regardless of what her friends or the boy next door or anyone dares her to do. Do you understand me?"

    He probably wouldn’t have been upset if I spoke to agree with him, but there didn’t seem to be any words in my body, so I nodded and didn’t say anything else. Not even after he drove us to a restaurant and my mom asked what I wanted as a snack since it would be a while until we had dinner at the reception. Instead, I pointed at chicken strips on the menu before flipping it over so I could go back to colouring the pirate ship on the back. When we got to the reception, I glued myself to my mom’s side and only said hi to people when my dad introduced me and told me to say hello.

    When Anne-Marie came to our table and plunked herself next to me so she could whisper what JP had told her the groom’s joke had meant, I just nodded.

    He also said to tell you he was sorry you got in trouble and that you can ask him for a favour to make up for it, if you want, she whispered.

    I nodded again, but I knew there was no way I would ever in a million-billion-trillion years ever ask JP Marchand for a favour again.

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    Chapter one

    My Vibrator Would Never Do This To Me

    Nellie, I mean this in the nicest possible way: Fuck you.

    I thought you were straight.

    Sydney sighed, shaking her head. I’m offended at the audacity you have to look so good in that. And a little pissed I can’t pull it off myself.

    I blew her a kiss and winked as I checked my ass out in the mirror. You can pull it off anytime you want, baby cakes, but maybe not in public.

    I look like a goddamn granny here, she grumbled, shaking her head as she stood in the mirror beside me.

    How many grannies do you know that wear strappy one-pieces with ribcage cutouts? I asked. And more importantly, where do I meet them? Because it sounds like we’d be friends.

    She rolled her eyes. "In comparison to that? Yes, I look like a grandma."

    Well, I guess I’ve learned I think grandmas are sexy, I said.

    Grandma or not, there isn’t enough sunscreen in the world to keep me from burning in this.

    You have SPF 50.

    Yeah, and I get a sunburn by looking at vacation photos too long. She pursed her lips as she studied me. Though I guess we’ll have to get some for you. I wasn’t expecting your ass cheeks to look like they haven’t seen daylight in years.

    Well, fine, I said, sighing. But you need to rub it on for me.

    She cackled. Why are you so horny today?

    Hell if I don’t ask myself the same damn question pretty much every day, I said, adjusting the bikini top again. So are you getting the swimsuit?

    She shook her head. When I said I wanted my ass turned red, I didn’t mean with a sunburn.

    It might be your only option. I don’t think Olivier will ever spank your ass that hard.

    She rolled her eyes. His ass, on the other hand…

    The other hand is probably a good idea. If you keep using your right one, his ass will end up the colour of this bikini.

    She snorted. I doubt it. He’d probably come hands-free if I managed to spank him this hard.

    Really? He’s that into it?

    He’d be blasting in every direction. Just—she flapped her wrist in sporadic, jerking motions that were clearly meant to represent a cock flailing with wild twitches as it came—fucking everywhere.

    "So… you ladies are finding everything okay?" the saleslady asked.

    Oh, yes, I said. We’re fine. Thanks.

    She nodded quickly, then turned on her heel and scurried away. I glanced at Sydney from the corner of my eye and she looked back at me, her lips pressed together to hold back the giggle sparkling in her eye. As soon as the saleslady rounded the corner, we each choked on a laugh.

    The first thing I’d thought when I saw the bikini was that it was the most beautiful swimsuit I’d ever seen. Candy apple red with a triangle halter top highlighted the fullness of my breasts. And the bottoms weren’t so high-waisted as to hide my belly button ring, but were high enough that the leg holes curved high above my hips before dipping into a thong back, showing off an expanse of untanned skin on my ass cheeks since I’d never dared to wear a bikini like this at my dad’s before.

    The second thought I had was that my dad would hate it for those exact reasons. So obviously, when I arrived in Montreal a few days later to attend yet another stupid social event so he’d look marginally human to the other stuck up high society types, the first thing I did was put on the bikini and make my way down to the pool in the backyard.

    I mean, sure, I probably wouldn’t have done that if my dad had been home to see me in the skimpy thong bikini, but that was beside the point.

    After grabbing a floatie out of the pool house and putting on my sun hat, I grabbed my phone and nearly spilled the tumbler of juice I’d poured for myself in the kitchen. After murmuring my usual silent prayer that I wouldn’t drop the aforementioned phone in the water while I was floating, I climbed into my floatie and tucked the juice into the cup holder.

    And then I nearly dropped my phone as it vibrated with a message.

    Bastard

    Welcome back, babe

    I glared towards the Marchands’ house. It accomplished nothing since my eyes were hidden by my sunglasses and also the only part of the house I could see from the pool was the deck, which was empty.

    Me

    I thought you didn’t sit at the window watching for me. When did you turn into such a pathetic loser?

    Bastard

    Allegedly on a snowy day in February approximately twenty-six years ago. Unless you believe life begins at conception, in which case, you’ll have to ask my parents for exact dates

    But even if I hadn’t just got home and noticed your car parked in the driveway, I didn’t have much of a choice. AM would be better at keeping water in a mesh bag than she would a secret

    I sighed heavily as Anne-Marie unintentionally proved, yet again, why she couldn’t know about this.

    Because even though she was my childhood best friend, even though she not only approved of but was attempting to manifest a relationship between me and her brother, even though I told her almost everything about me, she couldn’t know.

    You know. Because of the whole aforementioned trying to manifest a relationship between me and JP thing.

    Me

    You sure know how to flatter a girl

    Bastard

    Oh, sorry. Let me try again

    Yes, I was staring out my window with the yearning of a sailor’s wife on her widow’s walk, watching for the illustrious curves of your noble Honda Civic to grace the cobbles of your father’s manicured driveway

    Me

    Yikes. Sounds like you’ve got a serious thing for my car

    Bastard

    I’m not saying I grabbed my cock the second I saw it, but I’m not NOT saying that

    Me

    Yeah but when DON’T you have your cock in your hand?

    Bastard

    When it’s in your mouth, for starters

    I twisted said mouth to the side, trying not to laugh.

    Because yeah, I’d had JP Marchand’s cock in my mouth a few times.

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