Hayes leaned over to inspect. “It’s not bad. But I bet I can do better.”
“Well then its your turn, asshole.”
Hayes rolled his shoulders and stepped forward.
Ronan handed him the blindfold. “Try not to kill anyone prematurely,” he said pleasantly.
“No promises.”
Hayes tied the blindfold himself.
Ronan spun him. “One… two… three.”
Hayes steadied instantly, then walked forward, his hand lifted.
When he was right in front of the two men, he paused, then shifted right.
The knife drove forward into Mills’s left ass cheek. Mills screamed, and based on how loud he was even with tape over his mouth, I was glad they’d decided to keep it on.
Hayes pulled the blindfold off and assessed his work. “Josh is still in the lead.”
“Greyson,” Ronan said, turning. “Your turn?”
Greyson sighed like a man enduring a mild inconvenience. “If I must.”
Lane practically bounced off his lap so he could stand.
Greyson endured the spin with perfect composure.
When released, he took three measured steps forward, then casually flicked the knife.
It landed in Mills’s lower back.
Not perfect, but pretty damn close.
The twins nodded in grudging respect. “Okay, that was cool.”
Greyson removed the blindfold and returned to Lane like nothing had happened.
Next went Ronan, who sank his blade in Mills perfectly, beating out Josh for the top spot.
Being a good husband, I took a turn, deciding to go for Jeremiah’s thigh.
Dorian got Jeremiah in the upper arm.
Which then left—
“Only one player left, then we’ll move into hide and seek,” Ro announced, holding out a tail and the blindfold to Oliver.
Hayes and Hudson grinned immediately.
Hayes crooked two fingers at him. “C’mere, sweetheart.”
Oliver walked over obediently, slipping between them as naturally as breathing.
Hudson wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into his side. “You’re gonna do great,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into Oliver’s hair.
Oliver’s ears went pink.
