Page 23 of Pandora's Pain
I bit my lips as I took another peek at said dick.
I’m not sorry.
Sorry. Not sorry.
“That’s okay. We’re all naked underneath, right?” My attention fell to the many buttons along Zavier’s white shirt that was tucked neatly into his pants.
I sincerely doubt this guy’s ever been naked in his life.A cough rumbled through Alex, disrupting his judgmental thoughts.
Shut. Up. Alex.
“This is my friend, Alex. Alex, this is Zavier.”
Zavier held out his hand to the god, and the two men stared one another down for only a second while they shook.
“Do you want a drink? Wine?” Zavier began walking toward the bar before I’d even said yes.
“Wine sounds great.” And it did. The first, second, and third glass I had all sounded great.
It was the fourth one that was a little … more than great.
I felt fantastic despite the protests of my unsteady balance.
My cheeks heated as I laughed hard at Ashton’s words. He pulled at my hand, and I held tightly to my glass as I landed in his lap.
Once again, I was in the arms of a rockstar, looking up into his pretty eyes and seeing pure lust there.
My hand drifted down his chest.
“What’s something people say to describe you?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, that stupid smile still clinging to my warm cheeks.
“If someone was trying to describe you to a friend, what’s something you think they’d say about you?” Alex’s hands pushed low on my hips as I straddled him.
No one had given much thought to me at all. Why would they even describe me?
“Beautiful lips,” Zavier said from his spot on the couch next to us. His hooded eyes looked up at me, his attention drawn to my parted lips.
Ashton nodded in agreement as my fingers played across my mouth.
“What’s something someone would say to describe you?” I asked, studying every perfect detail of the man beneath me.
“Uh.” He looked away, as if it wasn’t something he liked to think about.
“Pierced dick,” Brock said from behind us. Rumbling laughter accompanied his words.
Ashton’s eyes closed slowly as if he could just disappear.
I shifted against his hips. “What?”
Zavier started to hum with laughter as well.
“When… I was nineteen, I… was a little obsessed with piercings.” A delicate scar through his left eyebrow drew my attention.
“A little? It has to be more thana littlefor someone to shove a needle through my junk.” Brock tipped his beer bottle to his full lips. He’d put his jeans on but still remained shirtless.
“What’s it look like?” I hoped with all my hope that the gods would gift me with some images of this unknown information but nope. Nothing.They never give me anything good to look at.
