Kai flashes rock.
Carter chooses scissors.
Kai whoops under his breath quietly, pleased with himself. “Ha. Winner.”
Carter points at Kai. “Don’t get cocky. It was one attempt.”
“It was a victory,” Kai says, turning toward me. “All right, big guy. Me and you. Winner gets first pick.”
I roll my shoulders like I’m stepping into a damn title match. “Fine.”
Kai’s eyes gleam.
We go.
I pick rock.
Kai does paper.
He freezes for half a second, then grins like the devil himself just handed him a prize. “Got you.”
I stare at my hand like I can bully it into changing. “Of course you did.”
Kai points at the bed like it’s a trophy. “I’m in front of her. That’s settled.”
“That leaves us two,” I tell Carter, nodding toward him. “Which means we play one more round.”
Carter and I square up. We throw.
Carter flashes paper.
I choose scissors.
Carter’s face lights up anyway. “YES. Feet avoided—” He stops, blinks down at our hands, then groans. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
Kai grins, delighted. “Congratulations, buddy. You get feet.”
Carter glares at him like he’s deciding where to bury the body. “You’re the worst.”
“I’m the best,” Kai corrects, still smiling, then he turns his attention to me with that satisfied, feral little look. “All right, big guy. What’s your pick?”
“I’m behind her. That’s a given.”
Carter exhales, then mutters, “If I get kicked, I’m kicking you both back.”
Kai grins. “If you get kicked, it means she likes you.”
“Settled,” I say. “Everybody shut up and let’s go to sleep.”
Carter gives me one last glare, but it’s already turning into a reluctant smile. “Yes, sir.”
Kai laughs under his breath, pleased. “Damn right.”
We crack open the bathroom door, still bickering in whispers. Slowly, carefully, we approach the bed.
It’s a California king, plenty of room for three large men and one small Omega. The mattress barely dips as I ease onto the right side, settling behind her in the big-spoon position I won. Kai takes the left, facing her, close enough to share breath.
And Carter is at the foot of the bed.
