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.”

Cook was blessedly busy at the far end, muttering in an unfamiliar language as she violently tossed ingredients into a frying pan. Like that muppet chef… but less funny and more frightening.

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?!

And I will absolutely not be thinking about Zion Salah while I’m at it. Because I’m totally straight.

Maybe I should take the big guy offsite. Loosen him up a bit. See if he wants to mate with me. Chill the fuck out, Zion!

So, Shibari’s off the table, but he likes pain. I wonder if I could make him come from that alone? Stop it, Zion. Stopitstopitstopit…

“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. Like the field where I met Zion…

Why did he sacrifice himself like that? I totally could have made it! That asshole just didn’t want me to win. Fuck, this is all my fault…

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

Zion’s clawed hand was fisted in my hair while I sucked on his tongue like a clit. Nope. Like a cock. Because I’m totally into cock now.

“Just show me how you like it,” he murmured. “Then I’ll know what to do when it’s my turn.” When it’s his turn? He’s gonna suck my cock?!

But Vi knew I was the guy to corral when she had a bad, possibly illegal, definitely ill-advised idea. And that’s how little Balty learned about gambling! “RUN YOU FREAKIN’ HORSE, RUUUUN!!!” Daisy stomped her little feet on the rickety bleachers—waving the race program over her head like she was a charioteer cracking a whip. “C’mon, Buttercup! Go, girl, GOOOOO!”

I’m a butt sex rookie.

I toyed with his nipples. I can’t help it. The man has fantastic tatas.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” I interrupted, untangling myself from his arms so I could remove my shirt, tempting him further. “That the next time I begged for your bite, you wouldn’t hesitate. But I told you. I. Want. That. Fucking. Mate. Bite.” Gimme.

There was nothing like running through the forest while only wearing a jockstrap to make you question your life choices. Although, at least the jock is keeping my boner in line.

“That’s right, beautiful. But you’re not gonna find out what I mean until you get your tutu-covered ass into my bedroom.” You don’t have to tell me twice! Okay, so maybe twice.

but as he used his bulk to deliciously press me into an alcove from behind, I moaned instead. Okay, maybe I’m a slutty princess…

“I don’t trust any of my siblings,” Zion retorted, making Dahlia flinch. “And that includes you until proven otherwise.” OoooOOOooo…