Shit!What are they doing back here?The green room was for winners only!
Maybe they wouldn’t recognize me. I mean, I’d only seen them one time. Tons of girls probably yelled rape and ran away from them all the time. Damn it, probably not. No one was as awkward as me. I focused on my cheese and hoped I could avoid another awkward encounter with them.
It didn’t work.
They sauntered over to me. Diablo leaned on the buffet table way too close to me. I would have thought I’d have a strong urge to run, but his cologne was kind of amazing.
“Hey Raven,” said Angel. “You killed it up there.”
“Yeah,” agreed Diablo as he rolled up a piece of lunch meat. “But it was bullshit that we didn’t win Best Gif. It should have been us up there getting our cocks grabbed by you.”
Oh. My.
Angel shook his head. “Ignore him, please. What he meant to say is that he’s upset Karl stole our victory dance idea. Well…kind of. He didn’t even dance.”
“For real?” I asked. “That’s messed up. And it’s messed up that you guys didn’t win. For what it’s worth - I thought you should have won. Two is always better than one. Not that I want twococks. I’m just saying like, in general - two is better than one.” I grabbed two cheese cubes and popped them in my mouth to make my point.What the hell am I doing?These guys were so distracting I didn’t even know what I was doing with my mouth anymore.
“Interesting…” said Diablo, staring directly at my cleavage.
I swallowed hard as I stared at him. The green room suddenly felt stifling.
“Wanna see our victory dance?” asked Angel. “It would be a shame for it to completely go to waste.”
“Sure.” I pulled my gaze away from Diablo’s captivating stare. It was like he could see right through me.
Diablo stood next to Angel, then they counted down from three and ripped their tuxedo pants off. Just like Karl, they were wearing gray sweatpants underneath. My eyes went directly to the outlines of their swinging cocks as they ran in place.How is it even possible for them to be so big?And I couldn’t help but laugh as they shimmied their hips.
“See?” said Diablo when they were done. “Wasn’t that better than Karl’s?”
“It was. And you’re totally right…he didn’t even do a dance after he ripped his pants off. So lame.”
“Exactly. Although I feel like something was missing from ours…” Diablo snapped his fingers. “Oh right. Karl got his cock grabbed. I think we need the same treatment.”
I nearly choked on a cheese cube. Everything that fell out of Diablo’s mouth was shocking and…enticing. And the longer I stood in this room with them, the more I wanted to just say yes to all his propositions.
Angel put his arm around Diablo. “What he meant to say is that we’re very sorry for whipping our cocks out while you were touring our apartment. We slightly misread your signals.”
That was sweet of him to apologize. I would have thought talking to them would make me want to run away screaming again - especially with what Diablo was saying - but Angel’s pale gray eyes were totally captivating. And his apology seemed sincere. He seemed like such a nice guy. Really…why couldn’t I stop staring at his eyes?
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I hadn’t quite picked up the lingo yet. Technically I did ask you to double team me.” I felt my cheeks turning red. I’m pretty sure I was seconds away from asking them to do it again. I’d never felt so sexy and calm at the same time.
“Well, I still feel shitty about it. So we got you a gift.”
“Really?” That wasn’t necessary at all. But I was dying to know what it was.
“Yup.”
I looked down to see if they had a gift for me. But their hands were empty. So I was basically just staring at their junk.Stop looking at their sweatpants!I snapped my eyes back to theirfaces. Diablo raised one eyebrow slightly as if to say, “Like what you see?”
“You used to run Dickson & Son’s Sugarcakes, right?” asked Angel.
“Yes…”
“And then your scumbag ex-husband stole it from you in your divorce?”
“How did you know that?”
Diablo cracked his knuckles. “We have our ways.”
