Moxie (Rock-Hard Beautiful, #3)

by C.M. Stunich

“So, another goddamn museum today?” Paxton says, breathing out a long sigh. “You sure you don't want to hit an even bigger tourist trap and go watch the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace? We can book a tour that includes afternoon fuckin' tea.” “You liked the ghost tour last night. Who's to say you won't enjoy this, too?” I ask and watch as his smile takes on a much darker tint. “You think we could get away with shagging in the Egyptian wing? Because that really would make this an experience to remember.” “I think it's Ransom's turn to entertain you publicly, if you know what I mean.” “Hey, doll face, I don't think we're there yet,” Ran says quietly, his full lips in a sly smile as he pushes his hood off and reveals that perfect face. I wish he'd do it more often, take his hood off. He seems to be getting better about it; it's a good sign. Slowly, slowly, slowly our little group is healing together, one scar, one wound, one bloody broken heart at a time. “Says who?” Pax drawls lazily, leaning back in his chair. I swear, every time he does that, I feel like he's going to topple backward and crack his head open. “We could get there, quite easily I think.” “You just want to fuck me before we see your parents so you can rub it in their faces,” Ransom says as the two of them exchange a long, lingering look over Copeland's lap. “Whoa, guys, I am seriously fucking moving if you keep tossing love gazes at each other.” “Love gazes?” Ransom asks, leaning away from the cente...