Page 139 of Light My Fire

I slide my hand up along his neck. “Hi.”

He squeezes me. “You look beautiful.”

I’m dressed very casually in a blouse, jeans, and flats. But I did take time on my hair and make-up again tonight. They’ve obviously seen meverydressed down and liked me just fine, but tonight feels special and I wanted to put in the effort.

“Thanks.” I smile up at him, then look at Jackson and Luke. “Hi.”

Luke gives me a small smile and leans in to kiss my cheek. “Hey, Angel.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Jackson says, wrapping me in a hug and pulling me off the stool so he can press me close. “Missed you.”

I hug him back and just soak in the happy feel of having them all here.

They seem fine. Comfortable together.

When Jackson lets me go, I look at them all. “Do you want drinks? Food?”

Wyatt shrugs and looks around. “Sure. What’s the plan? Hang out for a while, then go somewhere else? Stay here?”

“Oh, stay here,” I say. I reach into my pocket and withdraw three slips of paper. “We’re playing games tonight.”

I hand them each a slip of paper.

They open them and read what I wrote.

Their heads come up quickly, eyes wide… and interested.

“What’s this mean, exactly?” Wyatt asks, crowding even further into my personal space.

I’m surrounded by them. Our own personal huddle.

I lean over and look at his paper. It says:Foosball. Pussy eating.

I grin at him. “Whoever wins at foosball gets to do that—” I point at the paper. “To me. First.”

He looks around. “Where’s the table?”

I laugh and point.

“What’s yours say?” Wyatt asks, looking over at Jackson’s and showing Jackson his.

I look at Jackson’s too. His says:Skee-Ball. Blow job.

“I fucking love Skee-Ball,” Jackson announces.

“Me too,” Wyatt says with a frown. “And I’mgood.”

“I am too,” Jackson says. He looks at me. “Is there just one blow job up for grabs here or is it just thefirstblow job?”

I smile and tuck my hands into my back pockets. “We’ve got all night. We can do whatever after that first one.”

I get three low groans and my belly swoops.

“What’s yours say?” Jackson asks Luke.

“It says I’m going to get to fuck her first,” he says, his eyes on me.

My brows arch.

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