Page 110 of Scribe

“He woke us all up, ditch digger.”

Knocking on the door, Gunner sighed. “Frank, what is going on?”

“NOTHING! GO AWAY!”

“Can’t do that, buddy. Why don’t you open the door, and we’ll talk? I’ll even play you at a game of checkers.”

“I can’t,” he mumbled.

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.”

“Oh, this is ridiculous,” Scribe muttered, pushing past everyone right before he kicked the door open. As we all filed in, everyone came to a complete stop and stared in shock.

“Oh. My. God!” I grinned, just as Scribe stepped in front of me, blocking my view.

“Frank,” Gunner chuckled. “Never knew you had it in you. Respect, dude.”

“Now, that looks like fun,” I heard Bailey whisper before asking King. “Why can’t you do that to me?”

Growling, King turned to his wife and said, “If you don’t leave this room right now, I will.”

“Not a chance in hell.” Bailey stubbornly stood her ground. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

There, laying spread eagle on his bed, was Frank. Totally naked, handcuffed and unable to move.

If I had a camera, I would have snapped several pictures.

Holy fuck, was that man built beautifully.

“Oh wow.”

Skylar giggled as Pyro growled, “Didn’t we talk about showing that thing off?”

“Damn, I wouldn’t mind taking a ride on that,” Freyja whispered while she stood next to me while Scribe groaned, shaking his head.

Looking around his room, I found a small towel and quickly covered the most interesting part of the big man.

“Needed a bigger towel, Princess,” Scribe groaned, throwing the sheet over him.

“Thank you.” Frank blushed.

“Just how in the hell did you get handcuffed to the bed?” King asked.

“I don’t know. Woke up like this.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” Bailey asked. “You couldn’t have done it yourself!”

“Frank, who were you with last night?” Scribe asked, looking at the ceiling. Following his lead, I looked up to find a pair of black lace thongs, hanging from the ceiling fan as it slowly went around and around.

Frank looked fit to be tied. “I can’t remember. Just find the keys so I can get out of this bed.”

“Come on, Frank, it’s not the end of the world.” Bailey grinned, sitting on the end of his bed.

“Bails is right. So, you slept with someone and can’t remember who it was. Happened to me all the time.”

Sarah narrowed her eyes at her husband, slapping his stomach. “That isn’t something to be proud of, Gunner.”

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