Page 736 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

Ezla is definitely not an ice cream sundae. She’s more like a . . . a hot-cinnamon-flavoured jelly bean—fiery as all hells but also sweet and delicious on the tongue, I’m sure, if I were to have a taste . . .

The crotch of my Avri suit tightens. Ah, fuck.

Yeah, I don’t hate her even a little bit.

Tiger continues, “So we both eat her.”

My eyes practically fall out of my head. Where the fuck is he going with this, and why is no one stopping him?

Let’s just ignore the fact I’m part of that no one.

“And she gets to keep us both! All of us! Like . . . I bet she’d be super satisfied! And that’s what you want most, right? You want her love? We can . . . we can get it together! Be a team! Like . . . like The Mystery Gang!”

Tate’s face is a mask of angry confusion. “Who’s The Mystery Gang?”

Scotty drags a hand down his face with a heavy exhale. “A group from a children’s TV show that was popular in the 20th and 21st centuries—Tiger likes a lot of movies and shit from around that time.”

“Wait . . .” I start with a frown. “Wasn’t one a dog? And two female?”

“I’m not being one of the girls.”

Tiger throws his hands up at Tate’s muttered words. “That’s not what I meant! I just meant—doesn’t Ezla deserve more than one man?”

Alby promptly turns back to the sink he’d been hovering by to splash water all over his bright pink face.

Grey eyes narrow. “I’m enough for her. She only needs me. I can give her everything she needs.”

“No you can’t! You can’t—you can’t fill all her holes at once!” Tiger blurts out, his own eyes wild as he desperately uses that . . . interesting reasoning.

Alby bursts into a coughing fit, choking on the water he’d just scooped into his mouth.

Scotty’s sporting a rare blush himself, unable to keep his composure.

I, for one, am simply struggling to pinpoint exactly what I’m feeling.

I imagine me and one of these men with Ezla, a blurry figure whose features I have no way of making out but who I know could be no one other than her with the way her presence fills the room and seeps into me. Maybe Tiger is at her front, inside her pussy, and I’m filling that sweet ass of hers, both of us pounding into her, giving her what she needs. Possibly, other hands are there to tweak her nipples, to tease her swollen little clit, making her moan—

“I could just buy dildos.” Tate’s voice interrupts my thoughts before they can get any more detailed, and I discreetly adjust my dick with a wince.

“It’s not the same,” Tiger insists vehemently.

The possessive brute actually looks like he’s considering this now. But the turmoil in his eyes is so strong, and his only response is a huff.

Tiger deflates, but I know I’m not the only one who recognises that Tate’s quiet is abnormal when he’s just been discussing the woman he’s dangerously obsessed with.

Bloody hell, is it actually a possibility we’ll all be sharing her?

Not that she’d ever approve, though. So I guess all this talk is pointless.

“I’m a virgin!”

I startle, stunned wide eyes zapping to Alby.

He slams his hands over his mouth, horrified at his impromptu exclamation.

Absolutely no sound meets the room. Then—

“Me too, Bestie!”