Page 66 of Rex

The smile is suddenly wiped from my face when I finally look at the female who was obviously giving Reeves head when Rex crashed their party. It’s Lisa, and she’s hurriedly trying to cover her female bits and glaring daggers at Rex. Her eyes widen when they meet mine, and I can’t help myself and start howling again.

“You fucking bit my cock!” Reeves bellows before moaning and flopping his body over again. “You bit it off!”

“No, it’s always been that short!” Rex shouts between gasps for breath.

That exchange sends me into another laughing fit, and Lisa finally stands, still straightening her clothes. When she looks at me again, I try valiantly to stop laughing. I battle and mostly win, but a few more giggles escape. When she stomps to my side, I force my face into a more serious expression.

“I’m hating you right now,” she hisses, and I can’t stop the grin tugging at my lips when she delicately wipes the corner of her mouth with one finger.

“I’m so sorry, Lisa, but that shit was funny! Sorry! Really! I didn’t know it was you! Your hair—” I try explaining when she cuts me off.

“I suppose I should be embarrassed, but his cock is as nice as his ass, so there’s that. Unless I did bite some off.”

I stare at her for a few beats and then start laughing again. Reeves is still laying on the floor, jeans around his knees, bare ass pointed toward us, but his moaning is more like a low growl now. Rex is standing near him, taunting and totally enjoying the moment. The struggle is real, but I manage to stop laughing and look to see Lisa eyeing Reeves’ ass. This woman.

“Why are you two here? Reeves’ shift ended a few hours ago,” Rex asks, looking toward Lisa.

“My parents or Lucy show up to my place unannounced all the time, and Reeves moved in with Horse, so here we are,” Lisa calmly explains, no embarrassment in sight.

“Next question. Why the fuck are you in my office and not his?” Rex questions.

“Uh, I think I’ll let him answer that one. I’m out of here. See ya’s,” Lisa replies. “Reeves. Call me.”

Lisa leaves, and I turn to see Rex glaring down at the prone body of Reeves. He’s now lying on his back, hands covering his junk, and looking up at Rex in what looks like trepidation. Rex uses the side of his boot to kick Reeves in the thigh and repeats his question.

I get the feeling Rex is going to unload on Reeves if he does answer that question. When Reeves finally gives Rex a smirk, I know I’m right.

“When you’re being a dick as a boss, I get to laugh to myself knowing you’re sitting in your office like a king on a throne,” Reeves states.

“And?” Rex asks impatiently.

“A throne with my dried jizz on it!” Reeves shouts with a maniacal laugh.

Stupid move, Reeves. Nice knowing you, I think, as Rex explodes in a flurry of movement. I watch, kind of in awe, as he starts stomping, then leaning down and punching any part of Reeves’ body he can reach. Reeves makes a valiant effort to escape, butwith his jeans still around his knees, he’s not going anywhere fast.

Trying to crawl away, Rex grabs the top of Reeves’ jeans and yanks his knees out from under him. Reeves moans when his injured member makes contact with the floor. Not wasting a second, Rex, still pulling on the jeans, drags Reeves by his legs around the room in circles.

“Stop! Fucking stop, man! My dick’s getting rug burns! Stop! Please!” Reeves screeches while trying to cover said part.

Rex does not stop, and Reeves finally jerks hard enough to turn his body over. I get an eyeful of injured cock before Rex starts dragging him again.

“Fuck! My ass!” Reeves shouts, then gives out a strangled moan.

“What did Reeves do now?” a voice next to my ear asks, and I shriek in surprise.

Turning, I find Petey and Trigger standing beside me, grinning from ear to ear while watching the action. Petey is the one who asked, so I answer him in the most serious voice I can muster.

“Left his jizz on Rex’s chair,” I state like it’s a completely normal thing to do. “Apparently, he did it a while ago and likes to enjoy the memory when he thinks Rex is being a dick. He should have kept that to himself.”

“His ass is red as fuck. Rex spank him too?” Trigger asks in an almost hopeful tone.

“No, it’s rug burn. His cock didn’t fare any better,” I reply and start laughing again when Trigger and Petey both chuckle long and loud.

Rex finally lets go of Reeves and steps back, hands on hips, feet braced apart. He’s breathing heavy and still looks angry, so I stay near Petey and Trigger in case he’s not done with Reeves just yet.

“You fucking sadist!” Reeves shouts as he scooches away from Rex and carefully stands.

Reaching down, Reeves yanks his jeans up and then hisses, bends over a little, and blows out a breath. I realize the jeans just rubbed some very sore skin, and he’s regretting his decision-making over the last few minutes. I giggle, then cover my mouth with both hands when he swings his eyes my way.

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