The Forever Crew (Adamson All-Boys Academy, #3)

by C.M. Stunich

Ranger makes a growling sound that draws our collective attention … straight over to his cock. It’s not erect currently, which is probably a good thing for me, but is he butt naked, and his muscles are, like, chiseled by the gods. “Wipe the drool off,” Tobias whispers, reaching up to dab at the corner of my mouth with the end of his blazer sleeve. I slap him away as Ranger swings a white apron with ruffles and an adorable lemon pattern over his neck. He turns, flashing that tight ass of his to the rest of us. “Chuck, if you wouldn’t mind …” he grinds out, as I blink in surprise at his glorious backside. “I’m not touching your balls,” I choke back, gesturing at the other boys. “Especially not in front of them.” “Oh god, Chuck-let,” Spencer groans, running a hand down his face. Church and the twins just smile as my face turns a brilliant ruby red. “He wants you to tie his apron, my sweet little micropenis.” “But it’s nice that you’re thinking about my balls,” Ranger deadpans, looking over his shoulder at me, eyes dark. “I wasn’t though,” I murmur, even though my protests are a lost cause and I’ve already made a total ball sack … I mean ass out of myself.