“I’m being serious right now, Rob.” I flopped around so my head was at the foot of the bed. “There’s been a lot of heavy petting and fooling around.”
He grunted.
“And orgasms and shit, but no?—”
“Shhhhh. Shhh! Shush!”
I rolled onto my back with a long, sad groan. “Can I help it if I just want his dick in my ass?”
“Bruh, why? I hate you.”
I tipped my head enough to look at him. “Since when do you care if I talk about my sex life?”
“Since you’re having sex with my boss?”
“We’re a team. He’s not your boss.”
“He’s the boss. It’s squicky.”
“Or maybe because you’re not having sex of your own, and you’re jelly.”
“It is not that. Shit!” His character crashed and the consol played the death music.
“My turn.”
He handed over the one controller we currently had, because of our tendency to abuse them, and laid his head back on the mattress. “Okay. Maybe it’s a bit that.”
“Just jump him.”
“You know I won’t do that. You’ve met him. You know him now, and you know that isn’t how it works with him.”
He was right. Mikko was the sweetest, gentlest bunny-angel soul in a sinfully hot devil-wolf body. Robbie was royally fucked. Or not, I guess.
“I don’t know what to tell you. You want him, you’re going to have to get toppy for him.”
“Yeah, no. Not me.”
“At least Perry and I found our other half. Or third? I guess?”
“If only either of you knew what to do with him.”
“If only.”
Robbie put his hand on my arm, restricting my ability to steer my cart. “You think that’s what we need? A third?”
“If either of you want to have a really good, hard reaming ever again, I’d say so.”
“Okay, well.” He settled back and dropped his hand. “We haven’t even had our first kiss yet. He’s str?—”
“Straight. Yeah. So you keep saying. Funny thing, about that. Never heard him say it.”
“People don’t generally come out as straight, though, do they?”
I shrugged. “No idea.”
“I am so fucked,” he moaned.
“Trust me, buddy, we all wish you were.”
