The term doesn’t register in my brain as I try to figure out what that could mean. My eyes dip to Sly’s tight joggers, and the bulge there has my eyes widening.
“She was blowing…it? Like a balloon?” I ask, not comprehending.
Sly runs a hand down his face, groaning as Dex answers,pulling my attention to where he’s now standing in front of me, shaking his head. “Not blowing it, sucking it, licking it.”
My brain seems to short-circuit as my eyes drop to his crotch.I wonder what he would taste like.Suddenly, I want to know what all of them taste like more than anything. Would they all taste the same? Would they all look the same?
I try to rein in my thoughts as one particular one keeps my attention, so I ask the question that bothers me most. “Why is it called a blow job and not a suck job?”
Pete snorts, and Dex smiles at me like I hang the moon. “I don’t know, it just is,” Sly finally answers with a sigh.
There’s a thump outside our door, and Jagger wraps his arms around me, keeping his back to the door and holding me tight as the other three jump into action.
“What’s going on?” I whisper nervously.
Sly looks at me and presses a finger over his lips, telling me I need to stay quiet. I nod as he moves around the bed and out of my eyeline.
After a few seconds, Pete yells, “It’s all clear!”
I turn around as he pulls the door open, and a stack of packages falls into the room, surrounding his feet.
He grins, looking at me as he asks, “Ready to play makeover?”
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
WREN
We may have gone a little overboard on shopping. That being said, we literally had nothing, and we’d all been through a lot with our escapes. Was it really so bad to treat ourselves a little on Robert’s dime?
Didn’t I deserve to wear an outfit of my choice after being forced into the dresses he chose for twenty-one years?
Pete, Dex, and I start opening all the packages and dumping the contents on the bed, as Jagger and Sly try to sort them into piles of who they belonged to.
“I can’t wait to put on a pair of shoes that actually fit,” Pete says, opening a box of sneakers.
“I can’t wait to wear a proper dress shirt,” Sly says, holding up a black one. “Even if it is a generic brand, it’s better than this T-shirt.”
“I think you look good in that shirt,” I tell him with a smile.
“That’s why you’re my favorite,” he answers, surprising me.
“Your favorite what?” Pete asks, taking the words out of my mouth.
“Human.”
Dex snorts in amusement as I try not to swoon from Sly’s sweet words. Instead, I reach out and squeeze his hand across the pile of treasure.
“Yes! A razor!” Dex says happily as he holds up a small black case.
“Wren?” Sly asks, getting my attention again. “Have you found enough for an outfit? Do you want to change first? It might take us a while.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m comfortable for now. You can go first, Dex.” I figure he’s desperate since he’s staring at the razor and running his fingers through the overgrown hair on the sides of his head.
“Thanks,” he says, squeezing my shoulder before he gathers up a bunch of stuff in his arms and quickly closes himself in the bathroom.
My eyes skate over everything piled on the bed, catching on the pile of weapons.
Pointing to it, I ask, “Is one of those for me?”
