“Beer, bowling, and blow jobs are three of my favorite things.” He slammed his hand down on the tabletop. “See! That’s what I was saying. She didn’t see the appeal.” I snorted. “Well, she wouldn’t, would she? She hasn’t got a dick. Speaking of, do you want to maybe try closing my door the next time you sneak into my cabin to check out my cock? There was a cold breeze that killed my morning erection dead.” “Looked fine to me.” I raised an eyebrow. “You flirting with me, Vincent?”
