“I was gonna poke your balls,” Killian whispered in abject mortification. “Did I pop them? Do you need to go to the hospital?”
Crush swung the car down another street, then reached between his legs and hefted his sac through his sweatpants.
He fingered one ball, then the other, their round shapes outlined through the fabric.
Killian had never evenseenan alpha’s balls in such detail.
They looked heavy. And big. And... there was no blood.
Right, I was gonna check for blood,Killian thought. Except he couldn’t help but notice—Crush’s balls looked big enough to store a few good loads. Like he could keep pumping—
“Nope! I’m not going there,” Killian yelped, yanking his eyeballs back to the road. “We’re not talking about this. I’m not gonna point out that your shirt is gonnaburst;your biceps are stretching out your sleeves like when a huge toy stretches out my butthole. When you take off your shirt, your sleeves are gonnagape.”
Mathlin made a choking sound.
Killian frowned. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a big toy up your ass.”
“I thought you were talking about hisshirt,” Mathlin wheezed.
“Oh. Wait. No! Iwasn’t.I’mnot noticing.I’m not gonna point out that his pecs are going to explode out of his shirt, they’re so thick.”
Crush’s eyes had grown wide.Wait.Had Killian justsaid that all aloud?
“I need to stop talking,” Killian blurted. But his mouth just kept going. “Your shoulders are like those ski slopes in the mountains. I rolled down one of those once. No broken bones, but I had a sore butt for days. And your shirt is hiding your abs but I know they’re there, like those Hawaiian rolls all stuck together so rectangular and perfect. You know, you can pour gravy down those grooves and lick it up? And... and your thighs. They’re really muscly. Like they could crush a watermelon. I hope they don’t crush your balls; your balls are big but luckily they’re not watermelon-sized—”
“Killian,” Mathlin groaned. “You need to stop. You’re saying all this out loud. He heardeverything.”
Killian stopped, his mouth frozen around his next word. “He... You... heard?”
Crush shrugged, his face still red.
“Oh big humping rabbit gods of jizz,” Killian whispered. “At least I haven’t mentioned the exact size and shape of my hole?”
“You said that aloudtoo,” Mathlin said. “This is like a million train wrecks being blasted by a volcano.”
Killian buried his face in his hands. “I’ve probably flushed away all his respect for me; it’s so far down the toilet, it’s in the sewers on the way to the ocean.”
“I still respect you,” Crush said carefully. “That has not changed.”
Relief flooded Killian. “Oh thank the humping rabbit gods.”
Crush cleared his throat. “So. Who are those guys on our tail?”
Killian cringed and blinked himself back to the situation. Crush was still speeding, still running red lights, taking twists and turns through the streets of Cartfalls. Funny how Killian had settled so easily into the car chase, he’d even forgotten about it.
“Um, people from my past,” he said uncomfortably. “They’re dangerous. But you already knew that. I don’t know who they recruited to help them though, so I can’t give you a list of abilities to watch out for.”
Crush hummed. “Tell you what. Text the group chat. Ask someone to meet us at the Twin Buns bakery outside Cartfalls. We’ll drop Mathlin off with them, and you and I will deal with your problem. But warn them that we might take a while; we’re trying to shake off the tails.”
Killian grimaced. “I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time. Crap! You probably had other plans for today.”
Crush shrugged and continued to drive.
“And... And there are probably bullet holes in your car,” Killian said miserably. “I can’t pay you back for that. I have what’s left of my allowance—”
Crush held up one hand. “Don’t. You don’t have to pay me back.”
“But why would you spend all this money on me?” Killian cried.
