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352 pages, ebook
First published August 21, 2020
When I woke to my alarm, I groaned and buried my face in Noel’s long hair. Jai cursed, and plastic clattered. Noel chuffed and cuddled further into Jai’s arms.
“Your hard-on is digging into my hip,” Jai murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
“And your hand is on my ass,” Noel slurred. “Pot meet kettle.”
Jai chuckled even as Noel started to snore again.
“What’s fisting?” I asked aloud, and Gideon literally started to choke on air.
Uriel’s eyes widened like saucers. “I beg your pardon?”
“Uh… Beau mentioned it once?” I grasped at the first excuse I could find. “He talks about lots of things I don’t understand. I still don’t know what a strap-on is.”
“Oh my God, stop talking!”
“Is this actually happening?” Uriel burst into laughter as Gideon continued to asphyxiate on oxygen—the one thing that would actually fix his breathing issues.
I patted Gideon’s back. “Sorry. Never mind. I’ll just Google it later.”
“No!” Gideon barked hoarsely. “For the love of the Maker, do not Google fisting!”
“O-Okay.”
“This might be the best moment of my life,” Uriel said as he wiped tears of hilarity from his eyes. “Please, continue.”