The fifth man stumbles in and he has be straight from the frat house. Cropped hoodie reveals a thick trunk and chiseled abs, curls in his mullet wild, sweatpants low, chewing a long piece of red liquorice.He skids to a halt, blinks at the room, then zeroes in on me like he’s spotted a unicorn.Ezra sighs so loudly it might actually be a soul leaving his body.“Jax,” Corrian growls.“Sorry, Daddy.” Jax mutters, not even remotely sorry, mouth full of sugar and mischief. He grins, wide and wicked, then turns back to me.I’m still frozen, mouth slightly open.Jax’s smile goes nuclear.He drops to one knee, takes my hand with mock ceremony, kisses it with a flourish, and says, completely deadpan.“And who, pray tell, is the walking sex cloud who summoned me from my sacred nap?”No way I am getting out of here without trauma or orgasms, probably both.Corrian kicks off his spot, standing to full height. Every other man shrinks back an inch, including Jax who drops my hand, stands and sidle
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