My eyes went wide.“Are you guys actually going to sacrifice to the goat-headed one?”
Dom laughed so hard he ended up wheezing.
“Worse,” Linc said.He’d walked back from the living room and was looking all kinds of sexy as he stood there with crossed arms.“Twister.”
27
“Linc, I’m sorry, but right hand on yellow.”
“Son of a—I can do it.”
Dom cackled.“Famous last words.”
Marcus shifted his weight from one foot to the other.“This is fine.This is perfectly fine.”
Dom hummed appreciatively.“I agree.You are fine, perfectly fine, Little Red.”
We’d moved the coffee table out of the way and set up the game in the middle of the living room, on the carpet.Dom had won one round already, but Marcus wasn’t half bad at this.Linc was still trying to reach yellow.
“I can do it,” he said once more, even as his thighs started to tremble.
Dom looked at Marcus, meeting his eyes through the A-frame of Marcus’s legs.“It’s just going to be you and me again.Think you can beat me this time?”
Marcus was bent forward, basically just standing there on all fours.“I think you’re too competitive for Twister.”
With a huff, Linc landed on his butt.“Fuck.”
“Aww.You tried though.Nice try.”Dom showed him teeth.“Maybe next time.”
Linc rolled his eyes and scrambled off the mat.“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re cheating.”He plopped down on the couch next to me.“Marcus, come on, you can beat his smug ass.”
Marcus turned, his tentative smile upside down.“I can try.”
Dom laughed like a hyena.“Oh, you can climb all over me.Ell, come on.Twist it.”
Linc and I exchanged a look before I did.“Marcus, right foot to yellow.”
He sighed.“You really like yellow, huh?Okay.”
Dom arched his spine.He was close to a bridge position.“You can lean on me.I know you can do it.Those guys can’t beat me, but you have it in you, Little Red.”
Marcus lifted his leg.“When you said party, I didn’t think you meant this.”
Linc sagged against me.We’d all changed into sweatpants for this.Normally, when Dom got us to play, we didn’t bother with clothes, but this was for Marcus’s benefit.
“Is it just me, or is watching them more fun than playing?”Linc asked.
I stretched out my legs and crossed them at the ankles.“No, this is pretty entertaining.”
“Can you—no.I’m going under you.”Marcus pulled his leg back.“Move.I’m going under you.”
Dom looked around.His ass was facing the mat, so it wasn’t like he had that great a view.“Hmm.I don’t know if that’s the best idea.”
“Well, it’s what I’m doing.”
Linc reached for my hand and wound his fingers around mine.He was smiling at the two of them, figuring out who’d have to lose.Dom wouldn’t just let our mate win—that would be both patronizing and belittling—but he was trying to be as helpful as he could be.
“Careful, Little Red,” Dom said, but as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Marcus lost his footing.
