Page 75 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
“Maybe if you play my game. Every time you get a question wrong, you have to take off an item of clothing.”
“Same for you?” Jonty’s voice was croaky. He ate another strawberry.
“I’m taking mine off anyway.”
Devan slid out of his jeans. His cock bulged in his boxers, the head almost poking out of the top. He wrapped his hand around his dick through his underwear and adjusted himself. Lust coiled in his gut.
Jonty whimpered. “You could have asked for help with that. I have two perfectly good hands and ten fingers including two opposable thumbs, last time I counted. How cruel can you get?”
“Finished eating?” Devan asked.
“There was food? And I ate it?”
Devan laughed and put what remained into the backpack. “Question one. What was the first thing you said to me?”
“I can’t quite get it all in my mouth at one go, though I have tried. Repeatedly. It’s an inch too long.”
“You missed a word.”
Jonty frowned. “I did?”
“Your first word wasno.I asked you if you’d finished eating.”
“Shit. You’re right. I’m so pissed off my first word was no. Why couldn’t I have said something more interesting?”
“Such as?”
“Snickersnee, gardyloo or…yes.”
Devan smiled.
Jonty paused as he was peeling off his T-shirt. “Er…I’m not a gym bunny.” Then he pulled the T-shirt off.
Devan let his gaze wander slowly down from Jonty’s face, over a smooth chest, dark copper nipples, down to the slight hollow of a perfectly-shaped navel, and a thin dark treasure trail disappearing into his jeans, before returning his attention to the damaged nipple. “What happened there?”
Jonty looked down. “I was attacked by a killer butterfly.”
“Or?”
“I had a piercing. I twisted too hard and broke the skin.”
“Why were you twisting it?” Devan reached out and gently stroked Jonty’s healing skin. The nipple pebbled and Devan’s dick twitched.
“I was having a panic attack thinking about Brad.”
Enough to stop his dick getting more excited.
“I needed to distract myself so I pulled at the bar until it hurt, but I clearly don’t know my own strength. I made a note for future reference. Don’t tug on things too hard, or you might pull them off.” Jonty sucked in a breath. “Don’t think I self-harm because I don’t. That’s never been one of my coping mechanisms, well apart from snapping a rubber band on my wrist when I start to panic. This was a one-off accident.”
Damn.Devan wished he hadn’t asked. “My next question.” Which needed to be something safe. “Which has more landmass? Antarctica or Canada?”
“Now you want to be boring? Antarctica.”
Devan nodded. “Correct.”
“How many legs does a lobster have?” Jonty asked.
“Ten.”
