Page 118 of Splintered Hearts

The game goes on and on, and for the most part I don’t think about the thing I don’t want to think about. The feelings thing. The big feelings thing. “Ew, no babe.”

Hunter shrugs. “Those are the rules.”

I shake my head. “Last chance to change the bet. I don’t know what’s going to happen if Hunter sees me nude. I just want it stated, I am not responsible for the actions of men.”

“Just shut up and show him how small your dick is.”

My jaw plummets. Asshole. I thumb my bikini briefs, giving them a little theatrics.

“Can you just strip already?”

“Hunter wants to see me naked, bad.” I do a little shimmy that does shit all to impress anyone at this table. Losers.

Hunter shrugs. “I’m probably the only one who hasn’t seenhim naked... probably in the entire state and city of New York.”

Mark barks out a laugh. “Go on. Show him how unimpressive and non-boyfriend stealy you are naked.”

“Say’s the man who used to lick my balls like—”

“I don’t want to hear this,” Hunter snaps. I pull down my briefs and Hunter’s tired eyes dip down. “That’s it?”

I cup my flaccid dick. “He’s terrified, Hunter! Mark is right there. He’s been through things! What—”

I go to sit down and Mark yells, “Don’t sit your bare ass on the chair! Go get a towel.”

“Excuse me, your boyfriend caused this.Youget the towel.” Mark gets up and disappears toward the bathroom, coming back with a towel and placing it on the seat. “You’re being dramatic. If I recall you had no problem letting me use your face as a seat once upon a time.”

“Okay!” Hunter stands. “New rules, yeah? No more talking about past sexual experiences between the two of you or the guys you used to fuck. I get it! We all get it.”

“Did you say all of that while looking at my dick?”

“Why did I come out here?” Hunter rakes a hand through his dark hair. “I heard the fucking door, and I should have known. I should have hidden.”

“I’m not sure why you do anything Hunter, but I do have some good news for you.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that, Noah?”

“I give you consent to check me out.” I cross my legs at the knees, sort of squishing my balls, but I’m doing a bit and I’m not about to punk out. “Look if you must.”

“You look like Winnie the Pooh.”

I snort. “He wishes.”

Dealing another round, we exchange cards and Hunter looks between us then reveals his cards. I proudly slap my hand down. “Yes! You know the slight breeze is actually really nice. Not manyguys walk around with a shirt and no pants. It’s underrated to be honest. It’s always no shirt and pants. So boring. Switch it up now and then.”

“That’s literally a crime.”

“I agree. It is a crime.” I eye a suddenly very squirmy Hunter. “Go ahead. Let’s see it. I want to see what turned Mark into a bottom.”

Hunter sweeps a look at Mark, pleading for his life but getting no help as his boyfriend shrugs. “Those are the rules, babe. Go ahead and show him why you’re superior to him in every way.” Hunter stands, looking oh-so amused before pulling down his boxers.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

I don’t think it’s possible for me to close my jaw, and honestly, if Mark’s putting that in his mouth every night, I’m shocked he can. “Blink twice if you’re okay.” I whisper to my friend.

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