Page 113 of From the Ashes
“What?” Knox replies shortly.
“Remember that hand of poker I won and you didn’t have cash, so you wrote I.O.U. on the joker and gave it to me?”
I can see Knox swallow from here as he looks for a way out of this.
“Card’s gotta be present in order to cash in. Sorry, Dyl,” he says triumphantly.
“Jake, grab my wallet from dry storage,” Dylan says with ahuge shit-eating-grin. When Jake hands Dylan his wallet, he promptly digs out the card and holds it in the air victoriously from his supine position.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Knox grumbles loud enough for us to hear.
“That’s right, big boy. Get that hairy chest over here and lick me, Daddy.”
Jake, Hud, Phoe, and I burst out in laughter. Like snorting and tears kind of laughter. Knox on the other hand is as red as a beet and his jaw is set in a hard line.
“I fucking hate all of you,” Knox groans. “I’mnotdoing it.”
“Are you saying your word means nothing?” Jake taunts, knowing this will absolutely make Knox cave. Knox always keeps his promises. He’s nothing if not a man of his word.
“I’msaying,pick something other than having me lick your husband, you perv.”
“Nope,” Jake replies stubbornly, popping thep. “This is how he wants to cash in, so this is what he gets.”
Finally relenting because he knows they won’t give up, Knox climbs on board wearing a scowl the size of my home state.
Five shots are in small, colorful, silicone shot glasses. They start just below Dylan’s pecs and make a path to his dick. The third of the five rests in his bellybutton, the fourth is atop his pubic bone, and the fifth has to literally be sitting on or right next to his cock. I assume that’s Jake’s shot.
“Alright, Hud, you’re up,” Jake says, placing a fresh lime wedge in Dylan’s mouth and holding up his phone—no doubt to use this against us at a later date somehow.
Hudson leans down with absolutely no hesitation and licks the salt from Dylan’s chest with the tip of his tongue before putting his hands behind his back and wrapping his lips around the shot glass just under Dylan’s pecs, throwing it back. Jakepulls the shot glass from his mouth and Hud dives straight for the lime wedge in Dylan’s mouth.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Phoenix says standing beside me. “But I can do it better.”
“It’s not your turn yet,” Jake says before looking at me. “Walker, you’re next.”
Not one to waste an opportunity, I follow suit, savoring the flavor of Dylan’s salty skin mixing with the margarita salt. Hands held behind my back by Phoenix, I lean forward and put the entire shot glass in my mouth so my lips are flush with Dylan’s abs. Phoenix tightens his grip on my wrists and I knowheknows I did that on purpose. Knocking my head back, I keep my throat relaxed so the tequila hits the back of my throat, completely bypassing my tongue. Jake takes my cup, and finally, I grab the lime from Dylan’s mouth, totally smashing my lips against his.
As I’m sucking on the sour fruit, I feel Phoenix bristle. “I said no?—”
“You said, I couldn’t stick my tongue in his mouth,” I laugh, cutting him off.
“Goddamn,” Dylan exhales from the table. “If that’s what those lips feel like on myface, I can only imagine what they feel like on?—”
“Watch it,” Phoenix growls much to my delight.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Knox watching every exchange intently. Like he’s wondering how the hell we can all be so open with this.
“Let me go next and get this over with,” Knox mutters.
“Absolutely not,” Phoenix says, moving up to the Dylan-shaped table. “I have a point to prove.”
“And what point would that be exactly?” Knox asks, dryly.
“Watch and find out.” He sends a wink to the grumpygroup member before sprinkling salt on Dylan’s chest, specifically from one nipple to the other.
Then we all watch with rapt attention as the blond-haired green-eyed god goes to town on the dark haired, bronze bodied, blue-eyed fantasy laying before him. Phoenix sticks his tongue all the way out and keeps it flat to ensure he covers the most surface area, then slowly…painfully slowly, he licks his way across Dylan’s chest.
Fucker actually flicks Dylan’s nipple with the tip of his tongue before biting down when he gets to the other side. The action makes Dylan groan and my hand flies to my crotch.
