Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“So I can still bring this home?” Darius pressed, suddenly interested.
“Oh, hell yeah.” Abel nodded.
“Well, all right, then. Fire away.” Darius poured himself some liquid courage.
“We’ll start with the sex-related questions while we’re still relatively sober,” Abel decided happily.
Darius froze with his shot glass midair. “The fuck’re you talking about? Sex-related?”
“That’s me.” Shay smirked.
Abel snickered. “Maybe me too.”
“Yeah, I’mma go take a leak.” Gabriel stood up abruptly, and Gideon was hot on his tail.
Gray chuckled and finished his drink.
“So!” Abel cleared his throat. “Shay wonders if you watch a lot of porn—solo viewings or together, what habits you have, whatever.”
Darius blew out a breath and closed his eyes. “I’m gonna lose this game.”
Gray smirked. He had no issues answering. “We mostly watch it together, actually. But it’s not all that often. Some basic stuff—mild kink, a little dominance and submission, older versus younger…oh, lots of outdoors sex.”
“Amen to that last part!” Boone lifted his beer.
“You filthy fuck, man.” Madigan shook his head at Darius. “When was the last time you went to church?”
“Oh, fuck off.” Darius was so uncomfortable…that it made several others feel highly entertained.
Ryan was watching Darius as if he’d just found a missing puzzle piece. That was fun.
Avery lifted a brow and looked between Ryan and Abel. “I think we can agree that Gray gets a point?”
They were in agreement.
“Second question comes from some awesome dude with an eight-pack,” Abel went on. “How kinky would you say you get on a scale from Oh yeah, spank me to Rail my ass all the way to the moon and gag me with your cock, Daddy?”
“For chrissakes,” Gray laughed. “I bet you’ve said those exact words to Madigan.”
“And this is why my dad isn’t here tonight,” Abel informed everyone.
Ryan cracked up at that.
“We’re a four,” Darius blurted out. Almost irritably, except it wasn’t annoyance. It was discomfort and frustration. He didn’t like discussing sex with others, and yet… He was anything but a prude. Gray wasn’t likely to forget their pool fun in Mexico anytime soon. Darius got off on pushing those kinds of boundaries. As long as he didn’t have to talk about it.
“Yeah?” Gray asked.
He nodded. “I did the math. We’re a four. Next question.”
Avery chuckled. “No elaborating?”
“None.” Darius was firm.
Gray decided to keep his mouth shut. Four was a good number. On a kink scale from one to ten, where River and Reese were the tens, yeah, Gray and Darius were a very happy four. Because some of the stories Shay had shared were downright terrifying.
The three best men decided to award Darius half a point.
“Casey and Ellis didn’t have any questions either,” Ryan said. “But they put something together we found fuckin’ sweet, so we saved them for last. We’ll decide the scores like we’ve done with these last ten questions.”
Gray didn’t know if it was the alcohol that relaxed him or the fact that Casey and Ellis were behind this next bit. Either way, the drinks were amazing, and Casey and Ellis were harmless. Not to mention the fact that Casey was one hell of a romantic.
“Who made this drink?” Gray asked loudly. ’Cause it was almost gone, and he wanted a new one. “Oh my God, it’s so good.” He inhaled the last of it through the straw until it was making gurgling noises at the bottom.
He licked his lips, tasting pears and…and…he didn’t know what else, but it was amazing.
Sebastian came over with a faint grin and fixings, and Gray should’ve known. Darius’s drinks were really fucking good, and he knew what Gray liked, how Gray liked his drinks. And Ryan was similar. But Sebastian? Sebastian knew flavor profiles and could spend ages coming up with the most perfect combinations.
“Mix me one too, darlin’,” Blake requested.
Ryan declared it was a good time to refill drinks, which set most of the men in motion with orders and fetching beer.
Abel and Shay wanted whatever Gray was having, so Sebastian added more ingredients to the shaker thingy. He had another thingy prepared too, with…muddled pears? Apparently.
“This…this is damn porn,” Abel slurred. “Daddy, come watch!”
“And this is why Lincoln isn’t here tonight,” Madigan drawled.
Gray did his best to commit each ingredient to memory so he could remake it at home. Pomegranate juice, muddled pears, white rum, ice, and gin.
“Gray’s next Pornhub search is gonna include bartenders,” Darius said.
Gray grinned at him. “Look atchu, baby. Talkin’ about Pornhub in public.” He reached over, almost falling off his damn chair, ignoring the chuckles, and smacked a kiss to Darius’s lips. “I’d rather make porn with you.”
The fact that Darius’s reaction was nothing but a sexy, lazy smirk let everyone know he was lit.
“One more hour of hangover for tomorrow comin’ up,” Sebastian said. He was done mixing what was in the shaker, and he poured Gray’s drink up to maybe seventy-five percent, before he topped it off with ginger ale.