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

by C. Rochelle

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.

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.

My plans to charm Dahlia into a friends-with-benefits situation shriveled faster than my nuts. I knew I wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but if she thought I was putting my prize-winning dick anywhere near her bitchy vagina with that attitude…

“When I said that, I meant I didn't want you thinking I’m just your fuckboy.” When his deep brown eyes widened, I quickly added, “It’s all I’ve ever been to anyone, and it never bothered me before because that was all I wanted, too. But that’s not what I want… with this.”

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

“What’s wrong with snickerdoodles?” I teased, greatly enjoying how riled up he was. “They’re my favorite.” Baltasar huffed and stomped over to our collective pile of clothing. “It’s just not very manly. Why can’t I smell like you do? Like Old Spice and testosterone had a baby that immediately roundhouse kicked the nearest person the second they were born.”