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380 pages, ebook
First published April 11, 2016
Jack laughed and perched on top of the kitchen island. He crossed his ankles, gently tapping his heels into the cabinet below.
Lucas glanced at the front door. Jack’s brown suede ankle boots rested beside his blue Adidas trainers.
“You’ll love them,”Jack insisted. “I’m sure of it.”
“You already gave me a very detailed blow-by-blow of your origin as Spider-Hustle.”
Jack snorted, “Captain Cock or Iron Arse,” and Lucas started to giggle with him.
“I quite like Captain Cock. Does your shield have a cock on it instead of a star?”
“It has cocks arranged in the shape of a star.”
"Holy fuck", he panted, staring at the ceiling in complete, slack-jawed shock. [...] "Jesus. Jesus Christ on a cross. Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Holy god."
"The gang's all here, hm?"
Lucas could not manage a turn of his head, but his eyes rolled toward [Jack's] murmuring voice, satisfaction dripping from every word. "I feel like I'm still coming," he rasped.
Lucas asked, "How does anyone resist you?"
"You tell me." [Jack] licked his wet lips. "You're the only one."