Chapter 83

Zane turned towards the fridge. At least that mostly hid Rory from prying eyes. Rory had definitely lost his desire for beer, and sex, too. Although judging by the hard pole still up his ass, Zane was still up for it, literally.

“Ror, get the fridge door, will you?”

Wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, Rory did so, grabbed the beer, and closed the door. Zane swung them around, giving Wayne an uninterrupted view of Rory’s junk. Although Rory was sure his dick and balls were doing their best to shrivel up and hide.

“See you in the morning,” Wayne said to their departing backs. “Though hopefully a bit less of you.” 18