Page 82 of Claimed By the Rockstars: Part Two

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He narrows his eye at me. "Are you quoting Twilight?"

"Aw. You've seen Twilight?"

He curls his lip at me with a low growl.

There'sthe Rex I know and love.

Um. Not…love.

I brandish the cock toward him like a sword to distract myself from the sudden heat in my ears. He rears back. "Ha! You flinched!"

"I didn't fuckingflinch,you psycho?—"

He lunges at me to confiscate my new weapon. I swing at him again and the slippery dick shoots out of my hand.

Rex ducks.

The silicone dick sails over him in a beautiful arc, hits the ceiling with a wetthwap, and sticks there.

We both look up.

It's just... hanging there, stuck to the ceiling by the flat base by whatever residual moisture was left on the surface.

"Huh," I say.

Rex keeps staring at the cock on the ceiling. Then at me.

"Get it down," I tell him.

"No."

"Rex."

"I am not touching your rubber cock."

"It'ssilicone."

"I don't care."

"You're taller than me!"

"Not my problem."

I jump. My fingers brush the tip but I can't get a grip. The ceiling in this place is stupidly high. Alpha-sized ceilings for alpha-sized assholes.

I jump again. Miss by an inch.

"You could help," I grunt, mid-jump.

"I could," Rex agrees, not moving.

I land, panting. The cock sways mockingly above us.

Fine.

"PHOENIX?" I call down the hallway. "CAN YOU COME GET MY DICK OFF THE CEILING?"

Dead silence from the kitchen.