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“Showtime, boys,” Simon whispered from behind his glittering mask, sounding way more excited about this whole thing than I was. “Let’s give these so-called heroes something to talk about.”
“Mine,” he replied, still staring at me like he wanted to eat me alive. “I mean… she’s mine, yes. Daisy is.” He blinked rapidly before his gaze shifted to where his daughter sat on my shoulders. “For almost ten years now.”
“Thanks for the tour, and for cutting me… cutting me FREE, I mean. And for showing me your hole. YOUR SWIMMING HOLE! Jesus Christ, I’m done. I’m fucking done. I’m just gonna go to my room now. Alone. So I can… be alone for… alone time. Jesus.”
My beast was clawing to get out. I watched as this ridiculously stacked, awkward bundle of villainous sweetness adjusted his hard-on before spinning on his heel and fleeing the scene of his bi-awakening.
“Fuck, you look good in my clothes,” he growled, pulling the sheet down to reveal my glaringly obvious hard-on tenting his sweats. “And just look at that big cock trying to come out and play.”
“You’re the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Suarez. From the moment I first saw you, I wanted this. Wanted you.”
“Fuck you, Zion,” I spat, turning away from him to wrench open the door. “Mmm, I wish,” he crooned behind me. “Whenever you’re ready, beautiful.”
Yet again, Baltasar Suarez caught me by surprise. I’d assumed he was going to have a question about lizard-dick mechanics, but here he was, curious about how committed I was to my last relationship.
He glanced up at me with a broad grin. “Should I lose the fangs?” I really was dumb, as I vehemently shook my head. “No. Leave ‘em. I trust you won’t bite my dick off.”
The way he was looking at me—like I hung the fucking moon—made my breath catch. “What are we gonna do?” I whispered as panic rose in my throat.
“We missed you,” Daisy replied in that no-bullshit way kids did. “Daddy was a mess until I suggested we come here to watch you practice.”
Zion was absolutely correct that I wanted him owning my ass in the bedroom, but old rivalries died hard. Super hard.
Baltasar blushed while Daisy squealed, jumping up and down while clapping her hands. “Ahhh, this is the best day ever! Blunty’s gonna be my second daddy and you’re gonna get married and we’ll be a family!”
“Let me in, beautiful,” I crooned, tracing a claw from my other hand along his inner thigh, making him squirm. “Then we can really play.”
There was nothing like running through the forest while only wearing a jockstrap to make you question your life choices.
“You look so fucking pretty, Baltasar.” My name on Zion’s wicked tongue made me shudder as we continued our path. “My pretty princess.” “Fuck off,” I croaked, even though I was so horny I could barely see straight. “I’m no one’s princess.”
“Such big talk from such a tiny little thing,” I purred, my smirk growing as he shuddered at my words. “Should we see how much of me you can take?”
In the meantime, my family decided to throw me a Big Gay Party—even if they tried to disguise it as Daisy’s West Coast birthday soirée. The rainbow “Congrats, UR Gay!” decor kind of gave it away.
Clan Daddy: Perhaps. Maybe I knew full well Zion had feelings for Balty, and suspected Baby Hulk felt the same. Maybe I decided to set up some forced proximity through his engagement with Dahlia. Butt Pirate: What. Lizard Dick: What? The Mafia Queen: WHAT?! The Mouthy One: [Popcorn emoji]
Lizard Dick: This chat is wild. The Token Hero: Welcome to the family, Zion.
