Page 24 of My Rules

I wince as I go over the choices. “If it’s Taryn, I’m moving houses.”

“Yeah, because it’s not going to be awkward seeing her every day.”

“Just shut the fuck up.”

A message bounces in from Henley.

S. O. S.

The thought of him being dragged around the shops brings a smile to my face. “This is why we are never getting married. Can’t even have a hangover in peace.”

“Amen to that.”

Four hours later

“Okay.” I plug the flash drive into my desktop computer. “Let’s go.”

Henley and Antony are lying on my couch.

Rocket Cock

I sit back in my chair, shocked. “Rocket Cock—what the hell is Rocket Cock?”

“What?” Henley calls from the other room.

“Something on here about a Rocket Cock?” I call.

They both dive off the couch and come to look over my shoulder at the computer screen.

When Brodie McAlister investigates a noise in her garage, the last thing she expects to find is a seven-foot-tall green alien.

Huge and muscular, he towers over her.

“Huh?” I screw up my face. “The hell is this?”

Two huge green cocks hang between his legs.

My eyes widen as the boys burst out laughing. “What the fuck is this shit?” I cry.

His balls are the size of baseballs, and as he stares at me with hunger, his weeping cocks begin to grow.

“Who the hell wrote this?” I cry in outrage.

“Looks like you slept with an alien last night, bro.” Antony slaps me on the back.

“How were his two cocks?” Henley replies. “So convenient, one for your asshole and one for your mouth.”

The boys chuckle.

“You’re hilarious,” I huff. “I have no idea about any of this crap.”

“Sure you don’t. Why was it in your back door ... I mean, pocket?” Henley corrects himself.

“Bit sore today, bud?” Antony replies. “I did notice you were walking odd.”

Henley laughs and steps backward, tripping and stumbling, making Antony laugh harder.

“Very funny,” I mutter as I scroll down in search of a clue. “Who wrote this shit?”

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