as I know, there are no micropenises here,” he says with a grin.
“That’s good to know, but I’m not looking for dick. Not today, at least. I’m Reign, by the way,” I offer, reaching out my hand for him to shake.
He does not shake my hand.
Nope. No sirree.
He takes my hand and places it on his hard denim-covered cock. “You sure about that?” His voice oozes sex, making me squirm.
“That is definitely not a micropenis.” I point out something he likely already knows, being as he sees it every day.
“No, darlin’, it’s not, but just to be sure, you wanna take a closer look?” he asks with a wink. It’s only by the sheer grace of god that I manage to hold back my whimper.
“Hey, Saint, what are—” The voice cuts off from behind us. We both turn to look at the new arrival—me marveling at the fact that I didn’t even hear the colossal sized door swing open—my focus entirely on the feel of the dick beneath my hand.
“I see you’ve found yourself some fresh pussy, nice,” the dark-haired guy who looks like a freaking movie star comments, staring at my tits before looking at my face.
“Toss her my way when you’re finished,” he says offhandedly to the guy beside me I now know is called Saint. I like the name, but I’m under no illusion that this Saint is a good guy, at least not in the conventional sense of the word. He has terrible decisions written all over him.
Standing up, not liking having the new guy looking down on me, I move toward the steps as he walks down to meet me halfway.
“I hate to break it to you, princess, but Saint here won’t be tossing me to you or anyone,” I snark as the man steps down beside me. Just who the hell does this guy think he is?
I hear Saint’s laughter behind me, but I ignore him, looking over the newcomer’s shoulder briefly when the door opens once more revealing another guy who looks like a model.
This one is blond like Saint, only this guy’s hair is a shade lighter and longer on top with the sides shaved short. He pauses, taking in the scene before his green eyes flash to mine with curiosity.
I’m starting to think I’ve entered an alternate reality where everyone inside these gates is so damn pretty it hurts my eyes.
“Princess?” the asshole in front of me questions, drawing my attention back to him. His tone is deceptively quiet as he leans closer, likely trying to intimidate me.
I got news for you, buddy, and it’s all bad. Being the shorty in a bunch of overgrown men is nothing new to me.
“I’m sorry, you didn’t offer me your name before you started acting like a diva, making grabby hands for something that isn’t yours.”
“Lady, I’m the fucking president of this club. If I want something, I take it,” he tells me as my eyes move over his cut.
I see his president patch and the name Bates underneath it. Well isn’t that just typical of the luck I’ve been having lately. Derek vouched for this club, but if this is what I can expect, I can’t say I’m convinced.
“Well, it’s good that I could teach you about humility then, big boy, because this,” I wave my hand over my body, “is not being tossed to you, or anyone,” I growl.
His dark eyes glare into mine with a spark of interest in them.
“Bates.” I hear the tall blond warn him as he walks down the steps toward us, but Bates doesn’t back down.
I step up two steps while this Bates guy stays on the bottom so we are now eye to eye. I don’t say anything, even as I feel the other guy stop on the step beside me. I can already sense this Bates person is the bigger threat of the three right now, so I just stand quietly and wait for him to make his next move.
His eyes sparkle with mirth, a dark gleefulness at the challenge I’ve inadvertently placed in front of him. He can back down and walk away or he can push the issue. I can tell from the way his gaze turns lazy and uninterested that he’s made his decision, and it’s the wrong choice.
Fuck, I hope Derek can help me find somewhere else to stay because I guarantee the only tossing happening here today will be me being thrown out.