“He is a bona fide silver fox now,” the female host chimed in. “He looks so sexy. I want a ladder so I can climb him like a tree.”
Goldie couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like Day growled.
“I was just so glad to see the Honey Pot in action again!” a second male host said. “I almost broke my neck so many times when I was a kid tryin’ to pull that off!”
“Oh, I’m sure everybody did.” The first host chuckled. “No official word from Global Wrestling on whether or not Goldilocks is going to return to the main roster—”
Goldie snorted at that because he’d already given GW his answer, but he supposed they wanted to milk the possibility for a bit longer.
“—but one thing is for sure. The fans have all spoken. They want more Glorious Goldilocks.”
“I know I do,” the female host gushed. She turned to smile directly into the camera. “Goldilocks, if you’re out there listening right now, trust me. Everybody wants more of you, especially me.” She winked.
The male hosts laughed, and the first one teased, “She’s trying to get herself a Goldie-O!”
The second male host groaned at the joke. “Oh, come on now—”
Day turned the TV off.
“What’s wrong?” Goldie peeked his eyes open to find Day scowling.
“That vile harlot,” Day said sternly. “The things she said about your body. What she would do to it.”
“Aw, baby.” Goldie grinned. “She’s just talkin’ crap. It’s fine.”
“It is not fine.” Day narrowed his eyes. “Do you enjoy that? The thoughtless praise from mindless sycophants?”
“Uh, sometimes?” Goldie was tired and not really sure what to say, but apparently that was the wrong thing.
With a snarl, Day grabbed Twinkle and abruptly got off the couch.
“Hey! Baby!” Goldie blinked in surprise. “What’s wrong?”
Day held his head high, and he didn’t say a word as he stalked to their bedroom.
“Ah, dammit.”
Well, he’d fucked that up.
Goldie moved Purrcy out of his way to follow Day. He paused at the bedroom door, blinking in surprise when Day was already stretched out in bed and wearing nothing but that very special sweater.
The pink one.
“You’re mine,” Day said firmly. “Do you know that, angel?”
“I do,” Goldie replied.
“Take off your clothes.”
Goldie’s heart took off immediately, and his skin flushed as he obediently pulled his shirt over his head. He stuck his thumb in the waistband of his sweats and pushed them down. He stepped out of them, kicking them to the side along with his shirt. His cock was already half-hard, and he could feel himself slipping away.
Yes.
To that warm, fuzzy place…
Where all he had to do was listen, and he could be good for Day.
Day’s eyes roamed over Goldie’s naked body, and he smiled. “She’ll never know what you look like bared. She’ll never know the beauty of your naked flesh, the sweetness of how you taste, or the lovely music of your pleasurable cries. All of that belongs to me.”
