Isobelle
Lucas gripped the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head using one hand. The way his muscles flexed and rolled screamed raw s*x. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His n****e piercings glinted in the light, drawing my eyes to them. Grayson crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, and peeled it up over his head. He flashed a grin as he swung the garment around above him, then sent it flying across the room. Mason took off his shirt slowly, his tattoos dancing with every fluid movement. Alex unbuttoned his cuffs first, then began unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. It was a slow, tantalizing wait, but the show was well worth it.
For my twentieth birthday, Joanna and I enjoyed front-row seats at a male strip show, but that was nothing compared to this. I shoul
