Page 174 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

“I have been wanting to try ice cream as Tiger has mentioned the dessert a few times,” she continues, glancing over at him. “You have made me curious.”

A lazy grin and a hair toss. “I have?” he drawls, batting his lashes.

“Hm.”

Cooper’s lips twitch.

“We will make some together today, yes?” It’s not a request but a demand to us all.

Alby turns to mush for her, a dazed smile coming over his face as he nods eagerly.

Humming, she reaches out a hand to stroke over his head, and his limbs weaken even more as he leans into her. “Thank you, Alby.”

Flushing further, he whispers, “You’re welcome.”

Ezla abruptly commands us all, “You will then splat some of your favourite-flavoured ice cream on yourselves so I can lick it from your naked bodies.”

Alby squeaks.

“No way!” Tiger exclaims, clapping his hands together. “That was my idea!”

“I am aware. I read it from your mind our first night together.”

Bright red, Scotty rubs at the back of his neck. “Ah, Love, as nice as that sounds, shouldn’t we be the ones lavishing you, especially today?”

Havoc’s eyes slit dangerously in an instant. “Are you not also my birthday presents?”

“Of course we are! Take me!” Tiger cries, arms wide out as he throws himself with no finesse at our Bonded. Cooper curses when he’s too slow to avoid being smacked by one of the limbs before Tiger lands flat on top of her.

Scotty’s hands have quickly come to the back of Ezla’s head to stop it from hitting the hard taalk floor, and he admonishes, “Tiger,” while she purses her lips, surprisingly not immediately flinging him across the room.

“Well, hello there, Ezzy.” Tiger deepens his voice in a clear attempt to copy me.

Raising a brow, her hand’s buried in his hair a moment later, taking a punishing grasp of the strands. He lets out a squeal that’s all excitement despite his attempt to look intimidated. “You are simply itching for punishment.”

Nodding eagerly, he rethinks a second later and innocently shakes his head. “Oh, no, no, no, Ezzy. I’m a good boy.”

She snorts. “And an awful liar.” Pushing him back, which earns the most exaggerated pout I’ve ever seen from him, she pushes herself upright. “Now, I would like to open the rest of these presents. They have been delightful so far.”

Lips curving softly upwards, Scotty says, “Of course, Love.”

And for hours, that’s what we do, until it’s time for the cake, which Havoc’s possibly already learned about from our minds. But if she has, she doesn’t mention it.

Licking my lips, I go to snatch my baby off her feet so I can keep her in place on my lap on the couch I’ve come to sit on while the other four guys head to the dining room, but I’m on the floor with a raging-hard dick half a second later. “Shit, Havoc. Do that again,” I groan, looking up at her from the taalk as I rub over the crotch of my suit firmly.

Desire flares through her eyes as she watches me, but she only says, “We will play later. I am enjoying this day.”

Hopping up to my feet, euphoria blares to life inside of me when she allows me to pull her into me. “Yeah?” I grunt, heart warming with the truth I can feel in her.

“Yes. And I will thoroughly enjoy giving you your own birthday presents when the time comes.”

I blink, stilling for a moment. “My birthday?”

She hums, and I shudder as her arms wrap around my neck and her nails scrape over my nape. “Yes. You have not had one in a while.”

“I only need you,” I rumble, pressing her tighter to me. “You’re all I want.”

Her smirk is sinful. “And that is what you will get, of course. That is what you have.”