Page 72 of Goodbye Note

“It’s that or live in those forever.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“I need someone to just fucking cut me out of them at this point.” He scrubbed a hand over his face and sat down. “What about some good food and then see what other sights there are?”

“I’d like that.” I crouched in front of him and began to work on his ankle. The leather clung to his damp skin, barely wiggling. “If I had scissors, I would cut you out.”

I got some traction over his heel and yanked, falling onto my ass, but it pulled six inches over his foot.

“Fuck.”

Varian’s eyes dropped, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. He opened his mouth but closed it again.

“What?”

His eyes lifted, and he shook his head. “Just relieved. I wasn’t sure they were coming off.”

I used the pants to pull myself back to a crouch. “Let me do the other.”

“You’re a lifesaver.” He held up his leg, but his entire tone had changed.

“I know! And you better make it up to me.” I worked the tight fabric over his foot.

“I promise I will.”

“Now get up.” I pushed to my feet, adjusting my clinging boxers.

“Help me, please?”

I held out a hand and pulled him to his feet. “Now let’s work them off that thick ass of yours together.”

Varian gave me a flat look. “It’s robust.”

“I’m not complaining. It’s nice.” I winked as I grabbed one of his pockets. “On three.”

He pushed his hand into the other. “Okay.”

I counted, and we both yanked, peeling off the leather inch by inch. Once it was over his ass, I crouched again. “Let me grab your back pockets and yank.”

He nodded, his breathing ragged.

I pulled with all my might, and the leather came down with a rip, taking his boxers with it, and leaving me face-to-face with his dick. I blinked.

Jesus.

He was either half hard or a fucking show-er. He was thick and veiny. I forced myself to my feet, clearing my throat. I told myself not to meet his eyes, but I did. Heat burned in his irises. We didn’t say anything. We didn’t move. We stood there like that, and I started to thicken in my boxers. I don’t know what came over me, but I kept thinking about his dick, and it did something to mine.

“We should?—”

A bang on the door interrupted me.

“What is taking you guys so long?” Kiernan yelled through the door. “You better not be fucking in there on my time.” His accusation snapped me out of it.

I jumped back, getting in the shower again.

“I was stuck in my fucking leather pants!” Varian decided to yell as if it would help the situation.

“I honestly can’t tell if you’re serious,” Kiernan said through a laugh.

“I’m so serious. Arik had to be a real pal and strip me.” Varian’s voice carried amusement as he shoved the shower curtain open. His boxers were back up, but he’d lost his shirt.

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