Putting Out for a Hero (Villainous Things, #3)

by C. Rochelle

“Guys, I can’t feel my nuts. I think my suit might have shrunk in the wash or something.”

Little did they know, all I ever wanted was to stick my dick in my rival’s tight end.

“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.”

His question caught me off guard. I’d actually thought he’d been about to proposition me into a circle jerk for two. And we’re going to ignore how I wasn’t immediately opposed to the idea.

I’m straight, but I’m just not thinking straight. Oh, no. What if my supersuit was so tight it cut off my air supply… Through my nuts?!

“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. I must have him.

There was no reason for me not to tell my gay brother and his gay mafia queen that I might like dick. Hell, the whole gay family would probably throw me a big gay party to celebrate me joining the rest of them on the apparently more exciting side of the playing field.

“You’re the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Suarez. From the moment I first saw you, I wanted this. Wanted you.”

I bristled—mostly because of how she was insulting Zion. Everyone knew I was dumb, but I refused to stand here and let her insult my man. Wait, what? WHAT?!

“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.”

I zeroed in on Zion’s hand as it stroked his cock—which he’d shifted into galaxy-scale mode, just for me—and had to clench my fists to stop from taking over.

Salah’s enormous hand stroking my needy, possibly gay, cock. Okay, my cock is definitely gay. For him.

There was nothing like running through the forest while only wearing a jockstrap to make you question your life choices.

“What you want to do is stab up into the ribs, then twist.” Our Mafia Queen was patiently instructing the Lizard Queen, using his jewel-encrusted dagger as a helpful prop. “The goal is to fracture bone whilst collapsing a lung.” Inspirational.