“Tip of what?” Creed repeats as I glance over at him, tall and imposing with eyes like chips of ice. My face heats, and I look up at the blue, blue California sky. “Erm, would you believe me if I said … lollipop?” “No.” Creed narrows his eyes and huffs. “Unless by lollipop, you mean Zayd’s dick. Surely you noticed the stupid piercing? He’s such a showboating cocksucker.”
