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.

He could chase me down this tunnel like it was nothing. Why is that idea turning me on?! Now I was irrationally horny and big mad about it.

but now I was looking at my future brother-in-law like he was a better option than my babe of a fiancé.

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.

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.”