Chapter 12

Mag mumbles, ??No close.??

??He said no clothes again,?? I translate the football player??s two words to Nevin.

I stand by the bed and stare down at the motionless and naked defenseman. Magnum Shott??s body is perfect for the cover of any men??s fitness or beefcake magazine. His shoulders are broad and muscular,and his chest is thickly plated, proving he works out at least six times a week. Strands of dark hair cover his pecs, and pink nipples pop through. A line of spiraling hair travels down the center of his pumped chest, through the valley of his abs, and falls into his shallow navel. I count his eight-pack ofabs, and my gaze falls southward bound to the area between his legs: freshly maintained triangle of short and dark pubic triangle, seven-inch limp and cut cock, droopy ball sack with excess skin. Stunning. Beautiful. Worthy for porn.

??He??s one lucky sonofabitch with a dick that big,?? Nevin points out the obvious. ??I wonder how long it gets when it??s fully hard.??