Page 133 of Pucking Them
My mouth drops open.
Kay is terrifying to me. Axel has serious balls.
Yet Axel merely smirks. “Then future me will worry about my skin. Present me is looking forward to drinking this bottle with my friends. Of course we need to toast our first meeting. I already opened it. You can’t save the bottle now, Ev. We may as well drink it.”
Everett stands facing Axel like a butler faced with a whirlwind that has destroyed the entire inside of the house just before his Mistress is about to return home.
Overwhelmed, he has no idea how to deal with this.
“Are you in trouble, Ev?” Cassian asks in a small voice.
Everett shakes his head. “Even Mistress wouldn’t make me responsible for Axel. That would be too cruel.”
I chuckle. “Called out, Axel.”
Axel slams the bottle down in the center of the table. “Fucking fair. Ah, come on, Ev. Just think about what Kay’s face will look like discovering that I had the daring to take this. Worth it.”
Respect.
“On your ass be it.” Everett pats Axel on the shoulder like he’s saying goodbye to a soldier on the eve of war.
Axel claps his hands together. “Let’s play a game.”
“That’s it. I’m out.” Garcia pushes his chair back to stand.
“Woah, it’ll be fun.” Axel drops to wrap his small arms around the larger man’s neck.
Gracia shrugs him off, but I notice that it’s gently enough to make sure that he doesn’t hurt Axel. “Touch me again, lose a finger.”
“Only one?” Axel winks. “I’m disappointed. I was hoping to have provoked a whole hand hacking threat.”
“I wouldn’t hack. I’d use my gun.”
Axel throws himself over the table on his back almost knocking over the vodka. He looks as seductive as if he’s in the middle of a routine, dragging his leg up at a startlingly flexible angle.
His gaze becomes half-hooded in what I know from the lessons he’s given me in erotic dancing is an act. “Are you going to show me your gun, big boy?”
“Do you want me to show you where I can stick it, brat?”
“Promises, promises.”
“I thought that we were going to play a game?” Robyn grabs another scone, nibbling it.
“You had to go and remind him…” Everett mutters.
“Yes!” Axel spins onto his stomach like he’s at a slumber party and not lying in the middle of our table. “Ryn here is fun. It’s called Kinky Never Have I Ever, and we’re playing it with this yummy seven-thousand-dollar exclusive bottle of vodka.”
Seven thousand dollars…?Axel must have a death wish.
“Seven…?” I groan. “What if Kay charges us? Any chance you can, you know, just put it back…? She may not notice.”
“Nope.” Axel pops the ‘p’ at the same time that he pops the stopper off.
It bounces onto the table.
Oh, well.
No turning back now.
