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Because as much as I know I shouldn’t care, that device holds oh-so-many possibilities…
I wonder if I could use it to—
I blink hard.
“Please.” Ren flips his hand in the air. “I can handle him.”
“Of course you can.” Luthor rolls his eyes.
A ghost of unease flashes in Ren’s bright blue eyes, but as always, he covers it up quickly, turning to me. “Take it.”
“Now??” I grunt. “Why me?”
“You wanna use it, don’t you…?” He cocks a brow.
“I mean…yea,” I mutter. And now my brain is whirling around all the things I could do with that janky old iPhone. “Does it work?”
Ren nods. He checks once more that the coast is clear, then slips the phone out of his undies and into mine.Literally. Just stuffs his hand into my pants.The dude has no boundaries.
“Fuckin A…” I grumble, adjusting the phone, and my dick. “Jesus, Ren…”
“Fair warning, when it comes time for checks, you might need to… ya know…” He lifts his dark brows at me. My gaze narrows, and he makes a fisting motion with his hands.
The look I’m giving him is one of pure horror. “That’s disturbing. The thing’s like… four inches wide.”
“Oh, right. You’ve never gaped it before,” Ren sighs casually.
I can feel the way my face has contorted in even more appall.
“Ren…” Luthor scolds, rubbing his eyes.
“Fine, I guess you could just clutch it between your cheeks.” Ren grins. “Do the ol’ credit card swipe.”
“Fookin’ nutter,” O’Malley laughs.
I can’t help cracking a tiny smile. It’s disturbed, but still… With Ren, it’s virtually impossible not to fall into the web of his charms, in one way or another.
Swallowing hard, I try to eat my food, though I’m now acutely aware of this piece of deadly contraband resting on top of my dick. They’re not exaggerating the risks. Velle would have an utter conniption if he found it.And the Warden…
A chill runs through me.
I’m not sure if the benefit outweighs the consequences on this one. But when I think about what I could do with a cellphone, my toes wiggle in my shoes. It’s the closest thing tofreedomin here. Theonlyopportunity for contact with the outside world…
Plus, I’mgoodat keeping secrets.Better than any of them.
After breakfast, everyone else is brought to the showers. But not us.’Cause we’re special.
Someone grabs me by the arm, and I know who it is right away.Smallest hands of any guard on this island. Not to mention, the distinctly female scent you don’t get from anyone else in the general vicinity…
“Let’s go, homie,” Joy says, dragging me along while snapping at Luthor, Ren, and O’Malley to keep up. “I’m in the mood—”
“To get your ass kicked?” I cut her off with a smirk.
“I was gonna say to make you eat shit,” she teases. “But that’s the spirit. I like your confidence.”
I chuckle at her wise-assery while the five of us make the trek down to the basement.
I won’t go as far as to say I getpreferential treatmentin here, because I certainly deal with enough bullshit to understand my place on the food chain. But rec time is one thing I’m incredibly grateful for, and I think it’s safe to say, none of us would get it if it weren’t for Joy Jameson.
