Page 211 of The Villain We Tempt

Drago makes a face. “Weird and kinda gross visual, but okay? But also…” He cocks a brow. “We’re totally locked on that loving vaginas thing?”

Ronan’s brow furrows. “What?”

“I think Drago might be wondering if you’re…” Achilles clears his throat and cocks a brow as he steps into the kitchen to join the fray. “Curious.”

My brother scowls at our cousin and then turns to me with a confused expression on his face.

“Hey, don’t look at me,” I chuckle. “That’s a you question.”

Ronan rolls his eyes. “I’mstraight, obviously.”

“Youdohave a photo of Cade Volkov in your bedroom,” Drago snickers.

I bite back a grin when my brother glares death at him. “Yeah,taped to the fucking dart boardon the back of my door, shit-weasel. Because he fucked Sofia Cartier last semester.”

Achilles smiles. “That pissed you off?”

“Obviously,” Ronan mutters. “He even sent me a video of it. Fucking prick.”

“But to clarify,” Drago grins, shooting glances at Achilles and me. “That bothers you because he didn’t takeyouhome?”

Ronan holds up two middle fingers as the rest of us chuckle. “Fuck you all.”

Drago's phone dings, and he pulls it out of his pocket. I watch an amused expression cross his face before he chuckles to himself.

“Something nice?” I smirk.

He sighs. “This chick I hooked up with a few times. It’s been a minute. I kinda assumed she lost interest or got smart or something. But lo and behold…” He waves the phone in his hand. “My services have been requested.”

“I seriously can’t believe you actually get laid, never mind repeats, with that mangled equipment,” Ronan says with a sour expression.

Drago grins widely, and before we can see it coming, he’s whipping his dick out, complete with the five barbells of his Jacob’s Ladder piercing.

“Jesus Christ.” Achilles makes a face and shakes his head. “Put your cock away, you fucking degenerate.”

“Yeah, guys, don’t tell Cade that Ronan was scoping out other dicks,” I chuckle, then laugh when my brother storms over and punches me in the side.

“Who’s the girl?” Achilles asks, nodding his chin at Drago, typing away on his phone.

“Local girl, not a student here,” Drago grunts, finishing his text. “Hey, would one of you take a pic of me holding my dick with two hands?”

“Annnnd that’s my cue to leave,” Achilles grunts. He points to all of us. “Don’t go hard if you go out tonight. I want to run those new drills at practice tomorrow and I don’t need the A-team hungover.”

When he leaves, Drago looks hopefully at Ronan and me.

“Like…erect?” I ask him.

“Well, I’m not planning on sending her a photo of myflaccidpenis, Loch,” he growls. “So, ideally, yes.”

“Hard pass,” I shake my head. “I will never be that close friends withanyone.”

Ronan just holds up his middle finger again when Drago looks at him. “Yeah, man, just use a fucking tripod, Jesus.”

“Funnily enough, that’s her nickname for me,” Drago grins.

I roll my eyes. “Who is this, anyway?”

He shrugs. “This chick Julia. She waits tables at Christopher’s in town.Horribleblowjobs,” he grimaces, and makes an exaggerated chomping motion with his teeth. “But goddamn, she does this squeezing thing with her pussy? Fuckin’ kegels,man. Those things are like a cheat code. I’m surprised that she wants to hang out, though.”