Page 34 of Virgin Skin

It’s going to be a long fucking night.

I glance around the bathroom and realize I made the same mistake Milo did. No towel. I glance down at my erection and then at the door. It’s not going anywhere anytime soon, so I snag the hand towel off of the hook and do my best to hide the situation. Not that I expect to fool Milo if I run into him in the hallway.

I open the bathroom door and Milo isn’t waiting there, but his bedroom door across the hall is wide open. He’s strutting around inside half-dressed, wearing the white t-shirt I’ve seen on him a few times now and a jockstrap I definitelyhaven’tseen him wearing before. With his back to me, the straps of it frame his ass like a piece of fine art. Except I’ve never wanted to tongue fuck theMona Lisa.

He looks over his shoulder and grins at me, and the dimple popping on his cheek is added to the list of places I want to put my tongue. His eyes drop to the hand towel barely concealing my throbbing cock and his dimple deepens. He pulls his gaze away after half a second though, like he’s barely interested.

He’s holding something between his fingers that he waves at me over his shoulder. It takes me a few seconds to realize it’s a condom. My pulse thunders and precum drools down my shaft.

“Do you think one is enough?”

I can’t keep my feet from moving, pulling me into the open doorway to his bedroom. I clutch the doorframe with my free hand though, desperate to keep myself from crossing the threshold. If I step inside, there’s no turning back.

“Enough for what, Puppy?” I ask in a low, deep voice.

“For the club, silly,” he scoffs.

It’s like a bucket of ice water dousing the heat in my veins. Right. The club. I’m going to find some way to get Jag back for this. I don’t know how, but it’s going to hurt.

Without waiting for an answer, Milo sticks the edge of the foil square between his teeth and bends over to pull his jeans on, wiggling his ass in my direction a hell of a lot more than necessary. Once he finally has them up and buttoned, he shoves the condom into his back pocket. The sound of a crack alerts me to how hard I’m gripping the doorframe.

I know Milo wouldn’t object if I let go, strode into his room, and tossed him onto the bed. Hell, he’s practically begging for it. And I’m having a hard time remembering why I’m not supposed to.

The doorbell rings. I’m not sure if I should add his timing to the list of reasons to hurt Jag or thank him.

“You’d better get dressed,” Milo says. “Unless you’re planning to go like that.” He looks down at the skimpy rag barely covering my cock again and smirks. “You wouldn’t hear me complaining.”

I chuckle and the doorbell rings again in rapid-fire succession this time. I roll my eyes and mutter, “Pain in the ass,” under my breath while Milo laughs.

He gives my bare, damp shoulder a little shove.

“Go,” he says again. “I’ll let Jag in.”

I sigh and release my grip on his doorframe.

“And hurry.” Milo brushes his fingers over my belly, making my muscles quiver and my cock jerk. “Tonight is going to be fun. Can’t you feel it?”

The excitement dancing in his eyes is like an adrenaline shot straight into my veins. I swallow and nod. Tonight is going to be something, that’s for sure. I think I’m afraid to find out exactly what though.

Chapter 13

MILO

“Rawr. Look at you,sex kitten.” Jag meows and kisses me on the cheek.

I look down at my plain outfit of jeans and my trusty white V-neck. True, I’m rocking that jockstrap underneath that I think nearly broke Piston’s resolve, but Jag obviously can’t see that.

“Uh…”

“It’s a vibe, not the clothes themselves.” He pats the same cheek he just kissed then leans against the doorframe, letting all the cold air in rather than just stepping inside himself. “You’re exuding ‘fuck me’ energy.”

“I am?” I screw up my face a little and try to project the aura of ‘fuck me’in Piston’s general direction. Is that how it works, or does he have to actually be in the room for it to be effective?

Jag chuckles and then jerks his head. “Ready to go?”

“Oh, yeah, but Piston’s going to be another minute.” I wave him inside.

His eyes glint with obvious mischief and his lips twist into a shit-eating grin as he finally steps inside and swings the door closed.

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