Page 77 of Visions, Paws, and Claws

He grinned. “Yeah, I noticed. You didn’t seem all that into it when she told you to eat my ass.”

“I was wrong, okay?” Roadkill sighed. “You were fucking delicious.” He leaned in closer, his breath tickling Hashtag’s ear. “And even tighter than I imagined you’d be.”

His words sent heat racing through Hashtag, and all he could think about was Roadkill’s cock driving into him.

“Tell you what. After dinner tonight, why don’t the three of us go down into the media room, pick a movie, and have a date night?”

Hashtag stared at him. “What—no plans for another night of hot sex? Who are you, and what have you done with Roadkill?” Not that he minded. The ache in his ass was a glorious reminder that Roadkill’s dick was definitely out of proportion in comparison with the rest of his body.

He let out another sigh. “You were right, okay? We need to spend time getting to know each other. We’ve got a head start—we need to let her catch us up.”

Hashtag moved in and kissed him on the lips. “I love it. Let’s go tell her.”

“Sure—afterwe’ve fucked on the weight bench.”

Hashtag was still chuckling as they headed for their meeting.

Seems like some things don’t change.

Thank God.

CRANK DIDN’Tbegrudge Hashtag and Roadkill a little happiness, but if he had to glance up one more time and see that damncat who got the creamexpression, he was going to lose his shit.

You know you won’t do that. You’re missing Vic, that’s all, like I am. And seeing the three of them brings it home.

He turned his head to find Saul regarding him with a warm smile.Yeah. Snapchat isn’t cutting it. Can’t feel his mouth on my dick that way.

Horndog.

You know it.

He said he’d be home soon.

“Taxi pulling up,” Hashtag called out, peering at the cameras on his laptop screen.

“Is it Vic?” Crank’s heart lurched into a higher gear.

Roadkill took a closer look before giving Crank and Saul a sympathetic glance. “Nope. Sorry. It’s some guy in jeans and a hooded jacket, and he’s got a bag.”

“What does he look like?” Aric asked from the small couch where he and Brick sat in a tangled heap of arms and legs.

He seems so small when he’s next to Brick. Then again, so do most people.

Saul gave a mental snort. “Polar bear? House kitty? You do the math.”

Hashtag peered at the screen. “Dirty blond hair, scraggy beard….”

Aric sat upright. “That sounds like the guy Seth described.”

Brick was up and off the couch in a heartbeat. He paced a little, scraping his fingers across his scalp, the veins visible on his muscled biceps. Aric was at his side in an instant, his hand on Brick’s thick forearm, his gaze trained on his large mate.

Hey, Saul? Better watch Brick. This could get ugly real quick.

Saul glanced at him.You got it.

“Let him in, Roadkill,” Horvan said from the wide two-seater couch where he sat with Dellan and Rael. Roadkill headed out of the room.

The stranger’s arrival sent a current of electricity through everyone, and Crank noticed how all heads turned in the direction of the door.

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