Slade went to the door and Colt was standing there leaning against the door frame, swinging the cuff key around his finger. “What’s up, Jungle d**k?”
Slade rolled his eyes and heard Candy giggling behind him. “Jungle d**k?”
“Yep. Isis has shown every girl on the roster, and half the stage crew, the photo of your junk. You’re a legend, brother. They have dubbed you Jungle d**k. Sahara said it looks like an elephant trunk.” Colt sauntered past him into the hotel room. “So, Candy, can he work it, or is it all for a show? Just cause it’s big doesn’t mean it’s good.”
Candy shrugged, scrunching up her face. “I don’t know. We never got that far.”
He winked at Candy in the typical cocky Colt way. “Pity. I would make sure I took care of you every night.”
Slade grabbed Colt in a headlock and ga
