Page 59 of Whiskey, Thieves, and Bastards
“I don’t even know if Pepper Crane has a single bisexual bone in her body, but if she knew what you looked like, she’d be asking for sexy selfies from you, too.”
She laughed, but I could tell that made her feel better.
“Get naked. I have an idea.”
I just grinned and dropped my boxers. I had allkindsof ideas.
Every last one of my mates was good looking. Most supernaturals were because we were predators. Most of Dionysus’s Maenads still followed him thousands of years later, even if he wasn’t really about the drunken orgies and nonstop parties anymore. Cas had the rugged good looks of someone who was going to wrap you up and keep you safe. Pax’s scars didn’t detract from his beauty at all.
And then there was Benji. Benji was practically ethereal. There were several spans of centuries where different gods were being worshipped where he would have been elevated and pampered by everyone because they thought he was blessed by the gods.
Yeah, everyone thought social media made everyone shallow, but they’d always been that way. They just blamed the gods for it for a long time.
Benji was sprawled on the bay window completely naked. I’d opened a paperback and strategically placed it over his cock. He was lounging in the bay window with Cas’s reading glasses pretending to read while I snapped photos. He had his horns and wolf ears out and his tail was draped across his thigh.
I stood there taking photos from all angles. Should I be jealous Benji didn’t seem capable of taking a bad picture? I never once caught him blinking or making a stupid face. I knew damned well in this day and age that people got their looks from genetics and not from any blessings or curses from the gods, but Benji was making me rethink all that.
“How is it possible that I haven’t taken a bad photo of you yet?”
Benji just smirked at me.
“Because I’m very vain and practiced. I always wanted to be a musician like Jim Morrison, Robert Plant, or Orion Onyx but I sound like a cat getting neutered without anesthesia when I sing. I am pretty good at sculpture. Some of mine are in the garden. Want to see?” Benji said, setting the books aside and standing up.
Benji stood up in all his glory. He was muscular like a dancer. Benji didn’t have his dick pierced like Pax or Dionysus, but he had two barbells in his nipples that were connected by a chain to his belly button piercing. He was also covered in tattoos. Benji was stunning.
My mouth went dry when he stretched. Benji scratched his stomach and his chains jingled.
“Why are you staring at me like you want to eat me, little monster?”
“Uh, because I do?”
“Cas didn’t get the job done earlier?”
“Oh, he did. And I shouldn’t even be horny again, but I am. What’s up with that?”
Benji stalked over like the hybrid he was. He pulled me to his chest, and I was enveloped in shadows. Benji leaned down and kissed me like he had all the time in the world. He scooped me up and carried me through the door to their garden.
It really was lovely out here. This place felt like home. There were so many gardens here. Benji kept carrying me until we got to a clearing with a bunch of waterproof mattresses on the ground.
“This is one of our fuck nests for when the park is occupied and we want to fuck outside. Cas, play my sex playlist.”
“As you wish, you very good boy,” Cas’s voice said as music started playing.
“It’s glorious, but how many fuck nests do you have? And I’m pretty sure that wasn’t Cas that just put the music on, but that was definitely his voice.”
Benji tapped his finger to his lip like he was thinking.
“There’s this one and the grotto, but everything is a fuck nest if you’re ambitious enough. The kitchen was a fuck nest once. Don’t worry, we cleaned it after. Pax is a bit of a germophobe.
“Cas got approached by a very young teenaged vampire who had a crush on him about being the male voice of a home assistant he was programming. He asked one of the sirens to do the voice for the female option. He said he’d pay them both when he started making money.
“Cas didn’t care about the money. He’s loaded, and he figured puberty and magic don’t play well together, so having him working on that instead of starting fights was a good thing. Then, the kid ended up being some insane genius who did an amazing thing, and he paid Cas and the siren. He was a multimillionaire at fifteen. He took some of his money from thatto develop a program for blind people like Pax so he could offer it for free and Cas taught him how to invest the rest. Why are you still wearing clothes?” he asked, tugging at my shirt.
Benji was standing in the garden naked as the day he was born and I still had all my clothes on. I knew Benji was a brat and liked poking Cas. I liked the occasional spanking, but not like Benji. Still, I liked poking sometimes, too.
I stepped back and stuck my tongue out at Benji.
“If you want me naked, you’re going to have tomake me.”
