Page 172 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

Especially when my head was between her legs and my tongue inside her.

My cock gives an insistent jerk.

Temperature shooting through the roof, embarrassment and arousal scorch my insides. The sinthine of my suit should hide it well enough, but I shift anyway, trying to discreetly adjust myself.

But I’m not subtle enough. Because when I catch Scotty’s eye and freeze, he raises a brow and fights a smirk.

He’s not mocking me or anything—I’ve never thought any of the guys have. They’re not like that.

Still, I’m mortified.

I quickly look away.

“Are you hard? Should we ask Ezla if she’s up for a threesome?”

I choke on my saliva.

Slapping my chest, I try to regain my composure. Before looking at Tiger with watery eyes.

He continues before I can even try to formulate a coherent response, “Double penetration maybe? I bet she’d love that! We’d be such a great team! We’d just have to be careful not to rub dicks, because as much as I love you, Bestie, that’s practically incest—you’re my brother.”

I splutter. “U-uh . . . r-right. I mean s-same—you’re like a brother to me too.” I smile nervously, too anxious about attempting said double penetration to linger on the joy I feel again at acknowledging I have a brother these days.

“Brother, I don’t think that’s a great idea for your first time,” Scotty says, but he looks amused.

“Why not?! Then me and Alby could both learn together!” Tiger insists vehemently.

Wow, he’s really set on this. Which means he’s not about to let it go easily.

Or ever.

“No offence, but that’s likely to end in disaster. Neither of you will have a clue what you’re doing—”

“Ughhh! Well you can chaperone us!”

Scotty’s lips tighten. But then he tips his head, considering, and sighs. “Not for your first time. But,” he emphasises when his brother starts to protest, “if our Bonded is okay with it, you can definitely do that another time. And that’s a very big but.”

“A very big butt,” Tiger snickers, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek in attempt to keep my own amusement in when Scotty gives his brother a deadpan look.

Then he exhales that heavy exhale of his and runs a hand over his face as if begging someone, anyone, for patience. “Just—”

“Pay attention, Bonded!”

We all snap to attention, my pulse picking up its pace to a sprint at how Ezla is finally acknowledging us as her Bonds.

“Scotty, get over here. You will demonstrate the first dance expected of Bonded groups.”

Without hesitation, he obeys, straightening from where he’d been leaning against the taalk behind him and striding over to where Ezla stands with Tate, who scowls at having to let her go, begrudgingly taking a milli-step back to give them room.

“That is too close. Go and wait by the wall.”

A disgruntled groan. “Havoc, that’s too far.”

“Go now, or I will never let you touch me again.”

He’s at our side in a flash.

Turning to Scotty, Ezla commands, “Get into position.”