Page 64 of Bourbon Kingdom
“Blane,” Blane introduced himself to Babs, who would not take her eyes off of him.
“Oh, my God, he has an accent,” Tootse squealed.
Babs took Blane’s hand in her. “Babs, nice to meet you. Are those muscles real or are they the product of those finicky steroids?”
“Babs!” I chastised.
“What? It’s a legitimate question. If guys can ask about our breasts, we should be able to ask about their muscles. Listen, I was screwed one time by a guy who took steroids. Let’s just say his smallest muscle was hiding in his pants. God, it was like staring at a little piece of macaroni between two ham bones.” She shivered as she remembered the small-dick man.
Blane chuckled next to her and said, “They’re all real, sweetheart. No supplements for me.”
“Mmm, I like that.”
“What about your tits?” he asked, eyeing Babs’ cleavage. “Are those real?”
“Like you even had to ask. They’re real, hot stuff. Want to see them?”
“Babs, keep them stuffed away for at least a half hour,” Francy scolded. “Remember what we’re here for.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t know we would be meeting this hunk of meat over here.”
“Why are you here?” I asked, feeling nervous all of a sudden. Did something happen to Jett?
“We wanted to spend some time with our girl. Just because you’re no longer a Jett Girl doesn’t mean you’re not still one of us. It’s time to take some shots; it’s been too long,” Pepper called out, as she pulled some shot glasses out of her purse.
Classic Pepper.
“So, does this mean we have to leave?” Diego asked. “And, you know I have shot glasses, right?”
“You don’t have pink ones,” Pepper said, while handing them out.
“You have me on that.”
Once the shot glasses were handed out, Pepper looked at a sad-looking Diego and Blane and rolled her eyes.
“God, go get yourself some shot glasses. We usually don’t allow men into our little circle, but we’ll make an exception, since Babs can’t seem to stop drooling and thrusting her hips at beef cake.”
“But, you have to take your shirts off,” Babs demanded.
“Easy enough,” Blane entertained, as he stripped off his shirt, showing off his perfectly built body.
A collective sigh echoed through the room as we took in his well-defined chest, literally bulging biceps, and toned forearms. I never knew forearms could be so attractive. Jett was cut—like fucking seriously cut, to the point that I didn’t understand how he was still considered a mortal—but Blane was more muscular in a body-builder type of way. Even though Blane was insanely hot, I would take Jett’s body over Blane’s any day.
No! No, I would not take Jett. Fuck, what was wrong with me? I was supposed to be forgetting him.
“Uh, hello, I’m about to take my shirt off too,” Diego complained, as he gripped the hem of his shirt in his hands, waiting for everyone’s attention to turn to him.
“Oh, sorry, Diego, please proceed,” I giggled.
“That’s right,” he nodded, slowly started taking his shirt off.
His rich mocha skin was slowly exposed as he moved his shirt purposely off his body in slow, seductive movements. Diego’s body was just like Kace’s, perfectly defined in every crevice, with strong shoulders and well-defined arms. His abs modeled Jett’s, with a deep V near his waist, making me want to inch closer to him.
“Damn,” Pepper breathed out. “We need to hang out here more often. Who knew Lo was hiding all the hotties?”
“I even think I felt a little twerk from my vagina,” Francy said, while pressing her hand against her crotch.
“Oh, my God, honey! My nipples got hard from watching,” Tootse confessed, as she hung on Francy’s arm.
