Chapter 9

Of course, leave it to me to get things started. Men.

She nudged Jason’s foot with hers and he looked up, still frowning. “Now what?” he whispered.

She didn’t want to admit she didn’t know. Fishing for something to say or do, anything that might move them towards where they all wanted to be, Rachel asked Elliot, “So is your dick really pierced? Or wasn’t that your pic you sent?”

“It’s really pierced.” He turned away from the bookcase and gave her and Jason a grin. “Wanna see?”

“Yeah,” Jason said eagerly.

Rachel added, “That’s why I asked.”

Flipping up the hem of his shirt, Elliot unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and dropped them and his boxers to his knees in one fluid motion. His cock sprung from a brush of blond curls, already half-erect, the ruddy tip pierced clean through with a metal barbell.

Jesus.Rachel felt faint.