KoG site."
"Nice," Adam said. "Please don't ever hack me?"
Dez waved that off. "I'm easily bribed with cigarettes, whiskey, pot, and shirtless men. Don't worry, I don't touch."
Chance immediately pulled his shirt over his head. "Like this?"
Then, of all the people in the world, Bradley tossed back the last gulp in his glass and did the same. Just to prove his point, he balled up his t-shirt in his hands and threw it right at Braden before making a parody of flexing.
"Call me a fed now, fucker!" he taunted.
Braden just stared at him with his mouth hanging open. "Is that... Shit, my chest hair is going to go grey?"
"Give me that back," Bradley said, snatching his shirt back from Braden's hands.
But the whole room was losing it. Then Rhaven pointed at Jason. "I want to see that tattoo when it's not in a pic."
"No," he told her. "You really don't."
She lifted her hands and backed off. "You don't have to, but it looks cool as hell."
That one shot of tequila, and the four beers before it, the amazing amount of laughter in the room, and so many friends standing close were just enough to convince Jason that he had nothing to lose. Everyone else in this room had put themselves out there, and none more than Rhaven. His eyes jumped over to see Zara standing with Murder at the side, watching. When she realized he was looking at her, she nodded.
So Jason pushed himself out of the chair, reached over his head, and pulled his shirt off in one tug. Then he threw it right at Rhaven. "Just for you, babe. Figure you've earned it."
Her eyes trailed down his chest, tracking the line of the scar across his abdomen, and then Jason turned so she could see his tattoo - and the scar it was meant to hide. He expected the chatter to die down, for them all to get silent at the sight of his scars, but this was the wrong group for that. Instead, he felt soft fingers slide down his spine, and they didn't belong to Zara.
"Nice," Rhaven said. "Knew you were ripped under those baggy clothes."
"I know, right?" Riley asked. "I'm dying to take a picture and send it to Kitty, but I have a feeling it would never make it there."
"Wait," Kate said, hurrying to push her way closer. There was a devious smirk on her face. "See this?" And she traced the line at his hip. "What the hell is that called?"
"Adonis belt," Braden said. "Now, if you want to push his pants a little lower while you're at it..."
"Where is my shirt?" Jason asked.
"Gone," Zara called to him. "Jason, it is so gone, and I told you that scars are sexy. Raise your hand if you're thinking about licking those?"
Dez's was the first hand that went up. Jason turned to find Riley's, Kate's, Rhaven's, Braden's, Knock's, Cade's, and even Void's hand in the air. That last one made him stop.
"You are so full of shit," he told Void.
"What?" Void asked. "She said thinking. I mean, that made me think about it, and so I wouldn't want to perjure myself."
"Drink more," Riley told him, passing back her bottle of tequila. "You're cute when you're tipsy. Now, if you want to do more, I'm sure we'd all love a show."
"I most certainly would not," Jason informed her. "This? It has..." He looked at the clock. "Twelve hours and seventeen minutes before it belongs to the most beautiful woman in this room."
"Riley?" Void asked.
"Kate?" Adam chimed in.
"Rhaven?" Psyc said.
Chance chuckled. "No, that would be Destiny Pierce. Sugar, you do not need to look at that."
"Worried I might like what I see?" Dez teased.
"Yep, pretty much," Chance agreed. "Someone give that asshole a shirt before the rest of us start to feel inferior? Jesus, Jason, your muscles have muscles, and they're all like steel."
Suddenly, his shirt made a reappearance, and it was Rhaven who carried it over to him. "I hope that didn't upset you," she said.
He took the cloth, turned it right side out, and pulled it on. "Babe, I'm ok with my scars. Besides, I can't let you be the only badass here, right?"
She waited until his shirt was all the way down, then touched his arm. "How long have you been carrying a gun?"
"Always." He stepped back, dragging her with him out of the intoxicated crowd. "Don't tell me you're scared of them too?"
"No," she laughed. "I grew up as a boy in Montana. Hunting