Pieces of Us (Missing Pieces, #3)

by N.R. Walker

“The guy swabbed my dick,” he mumbled. I laughed. “Yep.” It was a full sexual health check. Swabs and bloods. “You went before me, so I asked him if he’d ever seen a dick as big as yours.” I shot him a look. “You didn’t.” He grinned sleepily. “Did. But he didn’t answer me. Did smile though.” “Oh God.” He chuckled. “Tell me, what was my reaction when I saw your dick the first time?” Jesus H Christ. So apparently when I said he could ask me anything, my dick would be a constant topic of conversation . . . “Uh, well,” I began. “You were . . . happy.” “Bet I was.” “You wanted it a lot.” His eyes were dreamy, tired; his smile was smug. “Bet I did.” I chuckled at the memory. “Actually, after the first time we had sex, we were in bed, up to about round three, I think it was, and you said my dick was better than when you got a Transformer truck for your birthday when you were six.” He laughed, a deep rumbling sound. “Oh my God. Optimus Prime. Loved that truck.” The sound of his genuine belly laugh made me laugh too. “You said it was just like a normal toy truck, then in bed it transformed, and bam! Optimus Prime.”