“Wes?”
It was Cindy—he’d recognize her bright voice anywhere. You have bad timing, sugar.
Behind him, Wes heard Nathan’s jeans hit the floor. Then strong hands were on his legs, stroking at his d**k through his underwear. “Hey, Cindy,” Wes said.
Nathan groaned as he knelt in front of Wes. “Hang up.”
“Wes?” Cindy asked in his ear. “You there?”
“I’m here.” Wes gasped as Nathan began licking up the smooth flesh of his inner thigh. “Did you just call to chat or something? Cause I’m sort of in the middle of things right now…”
She laughed, a sound like the tinkling of bells. “I just wanted to call and see how you were doing, check up on you, stuff like that.” She waited a breath and then, lowering her voice, added, “Hint, hint.”
“You want to know if I called him.”
The way Cindy l
