Chapter 10Pidge pried open his eyes. His lashes seemed to be stuck together.
“God, we stink,” Giant remarked cheerfully.
They did. They reeked of sweat and beer and c*m and greasepaint.
Giant rolled onto Pidge, pushing aside the blankets. They were both smudged unevenly blue all over, as if they had started to mold. “There’s no place left for me to lick you,” Giant complained, kissing Pidge before he could reply. He frenched Pidge until he was inhaling in short, hard breaths through his nose and grinding his hips into Giant’s abs.
“Tell me something,” Giant said, mumbling against Pidge’s attempts to resume the lip lock.
“Hmm?”
“Last night at the club. Would you have let me get you off?”
“I’d let you do anything to me anywhere.”
“For real? f**k, I’m gonna start a list.”
“Of what?”
