Page 23 of Revelry

Kiss him? Are you fucking crazy?We hate this guy. He’s an arrogant, conceited butt-munch. In fact, you could probably replace Zed’s pole with the giant one that Coop has rammed up his arse. He’s so damn serious all the time, and so, so damn good looking. With that stupid smirk, and those deep blue-grey eyes, and that completely biteable bottom lip. Such pretty, perfect lips.Just reach up and pull him down to you. I’m sure he won’t mind.

“Knock it off,” Cooper says.

I stare up into his beautiful blazing gaze, ready to strip off the rest of my clothing at a moment’s notice. “Why?”

“This isn’t you.”

Wait, what’s not me? Romanticizing what would likely be a fucking horrible kiss with those ridiculously large lips? Or is he talking about the pole dancing? Yeah, it’s most likely that, and they are ridiculously large lips. I just wanna sink my teeth into them. Just once.

Focus, you dumb whore.The sexy rock star expects a response.

I take a moment to remember what the hell he just said and then I point an addled hand at his chest, perhaps poking him too hard, judging by the wincing he’s doing. “How do you know? You don’t know the first thing about me, Ryan.”

“I know that you don’t strip in front of a room full of guys. That’s the difference between you and the whore who stole your boyfriend, isn’t it? Or am I wrong?”

“Is it hot in here? I feel like there’s a fire in my panties.” I stare at him and watch the fire in his eyes disappear as his pretty face shuts down into yet another scowl. Honestly, it’s like this dude only has two facial expressions. “Let’s get naked.”

I push him out of the way and unbutton my jeans, sliding them down over my hips and trying to shimmy out of them. I pull them part way down my legs but then I remember that I’m wearing my lucky red Converse and I need to take them off. I bend over to untie the laces and shuck them off, and Coop groans behind me.

“Jesus fucking Christ, put your clothes back on.”

“But I’m just getting them off. Shit,” I slur, as my hopping causes me to stumble and fall onto Zed’s bottom bunk. It’s surprisingly comfortable, like a king-sized marshmallow with a smaller bunk on top.

“Fuck. Will you stop taking your clothes off please?”

“You don’t like me naked, do you?”

“I don’t like what I want to do with you when you’re naked,” he replies in a low voice that makes me want to get naked.Oh wait …“They are two very different things.”

“I don’t think I’d make a very good stripper.” I pull my legs free of the jeans and celebrate with a victory roar, and then I flop back onto the bed because the whole ordeal of undressing is exhausting.

He says quietly, “No, you wouldn’t.”

“I hate you, Cooper Ryan. You destroyed my life.”

“Believe it or not, that’s not the first time I’ve heard those words.”

“You’re a butt munch.”

He laughs. “A butt munch?”

“Yep. A butt munch.”

Cooper wets his lips with the very tip of his tongue and then he meets my gaze and pretends as if he wasn’t just ogling my very naked breasts. “Just out of curiosity, why exactly am I a butt munch?”

“Because you’re annoying, and I think you get some sort of sick fascination out of bossing me around.”

“It’s true, I do.”

“Oh, I know your type.” I give him my best scowl. He doesn’t look impressed by it. “You’re one of those Alpha-holes, aren’t you?”

“What the fuck is an Alpha-hole?”

“You know, one of those bossy dicks. Everything has to be my way and I’ll blindside you with how fucking sexy I am so you won’t see it coming when I slap you upside the head with my big cock, and my bullshit about how I own your pussy, and you belong to me and blah, blah, blah.”

Coop smirks. Another motherfucking smirk. “Do I own your pussy, Ali-Cat?”

“Fuck no. I don’t even own that pussy. That bitch needs a fucking leash.”

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