Page 77 of Wicked Games
I set my borrowed laptop aside and looked at him. “Did you ever stop to think that asking me to jerk you off and blow you because you’re bored might feel a little insulting to me?”
“It’s the only part of me that doesn’t hurt. Will you at least read me some of Reed and Leo’s latest adventure?”
“I haven’t accomplished much today, but I can read what I’ve managed so far.”
“I know you’re writing one of those erotic scenes.”
“Were you peeking?”
“Don’t need to,” Lucien said. “Your squirming gives you away. Oh, ho ho, look at you blushing. I must insist you read it to me now.”
“Fine.” I picked my laptop back up and scrolled to the beginning of the chapter.
“Reed, just hand me the stones, and you’ll never have to see me again.”
Reed quirked a brow and gripped his cock and balls through his dark wash denim.
“Dark wash, huh?” Lucien asked. “Why is it always dark wash? Whatever happened to faded jeans with holes in them? I think Reed needs to wear those instead. Leo can finger his holes and tease his bare skin.”
“Are you finished critiquing?”
“Yes.”
I deleted the dark wash denim and replaced it with faded jeans with rips in the thighs.
“Yes, rips. That’s sexy. Maybe Reed’s cock will fall out if he’s not wearing underwear,” Lucien suggested. “Okay, I’ll be quiet now.”
I read the line over again with the revised jeans and pinned Lucky with a look that dared him to open his mouth again.
“These stones here?” Reed asked, giving his junk a good bounce. “They’re the only ones I have on me, but you’re welcome to search me.”
“Take him up on it, Leo. Give him a proper cavity search.”
“That’s it,” I said, shutting my laptop again. “Story time is over. I’m going to make lunch.”
“What are you making?”
“Chicken noodle soup. That’s what recuperating people eat.”
“Not the stuff from a can,” Lucien whined. “I’m going to starve to death. I need carbs and grease to feel better.”
I was about to torment Lucien a little more, but someone knocking on our door saved him.
“Special delivery,” Percy said, lifting a grease-soaked bag in the doorway. “Did someone order fish-n-chips?”
“Me!” Lucien said, raising his hand. “Please pick me.”
I stepped aside, allowing Percy to saunter in wearing black leggings, charcoal gray suede knee boots, and a dove gray cable knit sweater that hung to midthigh. It was the tamest outfit I’d ever seen him wear. “Where’s Dev?”
“Down in the training facility. Dev’s so glad to have his stupid cast off. The walking boot isn’t high couture, but at least he’s mobile.Sooo mobile.” He added a throaty purr. I left him to get settled while I retrieved plates and utensils.
“How are you feeling today, Lucky?” Percy asked.
“Jealous of Deverish right now. I want to be in the training center playing with Carmen’s toys.”
“One more week of rest, and you’ll be good as new,” Percy assured him. “You’ll be training with the team before you know it.”
“Training with the team?” I asked, tipping my head to the side. “What team?”