Taking a deep breath, I ask him, “Is this just something you want to do while Darcy’s not putting out for you? Once the baby’s here, are things going to go back to the way they were—the blue-ball flirting without either of us putting out for the other?”
Mojo frowns and shakes his head. “Wray, no…”
“Or is this something you want to follow through on?” I ask, speaking over him. “Not just me getting you off but something mutual, something more? Because if it’s just going to be me blowing you now and then, we can go back to being friends and forget tonight ever happened.”
“No.” Mojo shakes his head again, emphatic. “Wray, listen. I want you, I do. Darcy knows it…hell, she knew it before I did myself. And she’s okay with it, really. She knows there are things one guy can do for another that a woman can’t.”
“She can lick your dick as well as I can,” I say, unconvinced. “Probably better. She has that tongue piercing—”