Page 19 of Their Pup to Tame

“And you two say I’m not nice,” I grumbled as I propped myself up on one arm to peer up at Aspen, while Phoenix laughed into the couch cushion he held.

“You’re not,” Aspen declared, snickering, “which is why this is considered justifiable payback.”

“Uh-huh, sure, any excuse to be mean to me,” I said as I sat up and rubbed my shin a few more times before I stood.

“Dude, you did that to yourself,” Phoenix said.

“And you can forget about help with your little problem,” I said, turning to go back to my seat.

Leave it to Aspen to completely blow my ruse and leave me scrambling around that dangerous coffee table again when he declared, “Not on my watch!”

His valiant war cry kicked off a footrace between us that was going to end badly for someone, probably me and my poor shin, but dammit…

Aspen slid, I didn’t stop fast enough and careened over his head to land face first on a couch cushion. To add insult to injury, he slapped my ass so hard I yelped, then bit my tongue when he slapped it again.

“What was that for?” I yelped, wiggling off the couch and out of range, not that it helped my poor ass, since I landed on it again.

“Trying to be a smartass,” Aspen declared while I sat there glaring at him. “Now where was I? Ahh, yes, how might I be of service?”

He winked at me before grinning up at Phoenix, ever the showman, while I decided to get comfortable, watch the show, and wait for an opportunity to join in.

“Someone offered to blow me, then went off on a side quest,” Phoenix complained. “Think you could help me out?”

“It would be an honor,” Aspen declared, bowing when Phoenix slid out of his sleep pants.

Talk about laying it on thick.

Fine. Two could play at that game.

“Alright, you varmint!” I snapped. “Step away from the pretty boy and face me. I’m calling you out.”

“Really,” Aspen said, tone completely dry and expressionless as he straightened up to his full height before pretending to remove a glove from one hand.

When he motioned like he was slapping me with the invisible glove, I whipped my head to the side like it had connected, while Phoenix lay there laughing at us and squirming the rest of the way out of his sleep pants.

Did we get bonus points if he was naked by the time our act was through?

Damn, I hoped so!

“Challenge accepted,” Aspen declared.

It was game on, only I didn’t know what was supposed to come next. I hadn’t done improv in so long. Shit, it was my move too.

“You may only blow him after covering his cock in whipped cream,” I declared when an image of the can I’d seen in the fridge earlier popped into my head. “And you may only stop after all the cream has been removed, but under no circumstances can you make him come.”

“Come on, how did I get dragged into this challenge?” Phoenix grumbled.

“Collateral damage?” I remarked, winking at him.

“You think you’re funny?” Phoenix replied. “You just proved my whole point about you not being a nice human.”

“If it’s whipped cream you want, it’s whipped cream you’ll get!” Aspen declared and headed for the kitchen.

“This shit’s gonna be cold as fuck!” Phoenix groaned as he sprawled on his back, one hand thrown over his eyes. “Be prepared for shrinkage!”

“Now you’re getting the point.”

“Evil!” he snapped. “You, sir, are a vile, disreputable human being with no redeeming qualities, so you’d better have a redeeming tongue when it’s your turn.”