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“And I thought you did,” Javier confessed.

“Not my finest moments,” I admitted, biting my lower lip in regret. “I could do better.”

“And he did something to cover up his fucking scent!” Javier said.

“No more showering in anyone’s places,” Dixie hissed at me before a dark realization sparked in her eyes. “Did you ever shower in my place, Little Bob? Don’t you dare lie to me!”

I lowered my head and said sheepishly, “Only once. I like lavender soap, Dixie. Did you gift Luna a lavender soap? That’s why she always smells good.”

As I said, flattery never got old, and I needed to gain favor in this tricky situation.

“That lavender soap is mine!” Javier growled.

“No shit, man,” I said. “You might need to get a new one then, since I kind of used it all this time.”

“I’m going to beat the shit out of this little shit!” Javier said, but Luna held his arm as she started laughing.

“And I thought it was the vampires’ issue that they despised Little Bob,” she said.

“Rules are set for a reason, Little Bob,” Dixie sighed. “You cross the wrong people and you might not get to live to tomorrow. Next time, just stick to the public bath chamber!”

“But I’m shy,” I said in a low voice.

“You’re a shifter.” Dixie started to lose patience. “Act like it!”

Javier’s gaze roved over me, then a spark of realization came alive in his narrow eyes, and he tittered.

“Little Bob has a tiny dick,” he revealed, “and he’s afraid of anyone finding out.”

My face burned red, anger and embarrassment rising in my eyes, which only made the panther shifter giggle delightedly at my expense.

“You’re still a virgin, aren’t you, Little Bob?” he crooned.

“It’s none of your business!” I hissed.

Dixie and Luna started laughing, too, which only encouraged Javier.

“Javier, don’t be an ass,” Luna chided him while giggling more.

I grabbed my towel tighter, glaring at them. If he came to check me out to confirm his theory, I’d make him regret that he was ever born.

“Little Bob might be short, but he could have a big dick,” Dixie said. “Don’t judge books by the cover.”

“Oh, I judge a book by the cover,” Luna said, flashing her lover a flirtatious glance, her lips tilting up in good humor. “Not to belittle our Little Bob here, but the size of a guy’s hand shows the size of his dick. I fucked enough men to know this before I quit fucking men.”

Everyone stared at my hands, and I stared at them too while they gripped the two ends of the towel to make sure my small frame remained covered.

Shit! I had small hands. I had a tiny dick! The socks I put inside my underwear every morning to make me look like I had a bulge there weren’t fooling anyone.

The three of them looked at my hands, darted their eyes to my groin covered by the towel, then looked at the expression on my face and roared with laughter. The glass in the living room shook a little. In fact, they all doubled over, they were laughing so hard. Javier even wiped tears out of his small eyes.

“Don’t worry, Little Bob.” Luna tried to straighten up before falling apart in Dixie’s arms. “You’re still growing, right? And tiny dick or not, you’ll find a girl who wants you just as you are. Besides, you’re prettier than a girl. Any girl would kill to have your long, thick lashes and dreamy eyes.”

“Stop it!” Dixie called, laughing harder.

“I don’t like dick jokes!” I said. “I’m not going to finish this shower since I’m no longer in the mood. Could you excuse me and let me dress? I gotta get the fuck out of here.”

“If you ever come back here, you’re dead!” Javier warned before swaggering out of the bathroom. The talk of my tiny dick had really boosted his ego.