“Alright, boys,” I drawl. “There is only one way to solve this. Everyone, take out your cocks. Now.”
“What?” Trikk squeaks.
“You heard me. A dick-measuring contest. Line up, single file. Here and now.”
Synn grins, fumbling with his pants, shoving them down to his ankles. Of course, he’s first to whip it out. I'm not going to lie, he is enormous. Length and girth, with those piercings…
Razor is next, then Ghost, Purge, Trikk, and Frost. Everyone but Sam takes out their cocks.
I decide to make a show out of it. Putting my hands behind my back, I walk up and down the line, humming and tsking. I crouch in front of each one, pretending to intently study each cock wagging in my face.
“I just don’t know.” I put my finger to the side of my mouth, tapping.
“What about you, Sam? It must be tiny,” Synn digs.
Sam just smiles slowly, taking his time dropping his pants. He straightens back up, and the others gasp.
“Bro. Synn, he’s bigger than you!” Trikk blurts out.
I throw my head back and laugh. I try to hold it in, but I can’t help it. It's just so fucking funny. The looks on their faces...
Sam smiles in triumph.
They break out arguing again, until a cleared throat sound comes from behind me.
“What in the ever-loving skibidi fuck did I just walk in on?” an incredulous Valley says in a shrill voice.
I lose it completely, hunching over and wheezing, “What the hell is ‘skibidi’?”
Valley shrugs. “A word I’m adding to my repertoire.” She peers at my guys. “Think you can put your fun sticks away?”
I hear scrambling but can’t turn around because I know I’ll lose it again. Valley one-arm hugs me, then says straight-faced, in a loud voice, “Sam wins.”
Oh my fucking God. This is the best thing ever.
Her and I laugh together until we can’t breathe.
“Girl time soon?” I ask her.
“Hell yeah, bestie. You can fill me in on where you crept off to last night.”
“Fuck...” I draw out the word. “You noticed too, huh?”
Valley chuckles, shaking her head as she scoots out of the media room.
I turn back to red-faced, embarrassed men. Seven huge motherfuckers humiliated because they were caught with their pants down.
I'm never going to let them live this down.
“Breakfast?” I chirp, then skip out of the room.
Coffee is calling my name.
Chapter 28
Trikk
I'm hoppingaround like a psychotic bird on crack. I've planned the perfect romantic date for Bambi, and I can’t wait to see her face.
