Page 40 of Cam's Treasure

"Are you kidding? It sounds Amazing! Right? And Micah can play too—don't worry. He's a pro at being active in all kinds of outfits." Cam glanced at me, and I nodded quickly, wanting to take away the worried look on Ember's face.

While I wasn't as excited about the idea as Cam, paintball was fun. I used to go with Aeron and Niall a lot when I was younger, and I'd always enjoyed those outings.

"I'm glad," Ember said, sounding relieved.

As he walked over to the receptionist to get the details sorted and find out where the game was, I eyed his form, taking this moment to get my fill.

The navy blue sweater he wore clung to his body in all the right places, showing off his perfect body. He had muscular arms and thick thighs, but he was also soft in all the right places. Cuddly.

I imagined curling up on the couch with him, with Cam on his other side, the three of us having a lazy day or watching a movie together. The scene filled me with warmth, and I blinked it away as Ember walked back to us, his firm thighs flexing under his light jeans.

"Okay, so we're in room three around the corner, and we'll be playing against a team of five," Ember said, and Cam grinned.

"Awesome! Let's go!"

Cam's enthusiasm was infectious, and by the time we arrived in the prep area where we'd get our protective vests and paintball guns, I was excited about the game too. It'd been a while since I was in a good paintball match.

Ember was still worried about my outfit, so I was quick to assure him. I had years of practice dealing with Cam's shenanigans while wearing all kinds of clothes, and now I could be active in a dress as easily as I could in shorts and a t-shirt.

The other team was made up of five college-age guys, all humans, and I doubted the game would last for too long. Cam was competitive to a fault—though never with me, thankfully—and I knew he was going to wipe the floor with these humans. I was curious to see how Ember would play. Would he go on the offensive like Cam, or be on the defensive like me? A bit of both?

The game started, and we hurried to find a hiding spot behind a bale of hay. The room was set up as a farmland of some sorts, with cardboard cows and horses scattered among the stacks of hay, wooden barns, and scarecrows.

Fuck, this is fun!Cam shouted in my head, making me wince. Cam struggled with volume control, both inside and outside his head, and it could drive me up the walls most of the time, but right then it just made me chuckle.

Cam raced around the stacks, peeking out every few moments and jumping back when a paintball hit right where he'd been a moment before. The attack had begun.

I wasn't sure how long we played for, but Cam went down after taking out three of the other team's players, and when he got shot, he put up an Oscar-worthy performance as he demanded Ember and I avenge him.

Ember took out the next one, and then jumped in front of me when the last guy shot at me, even though I'd been ready for it. I retaliated, getting the guy right in the chest, and somehow, I won. Even though I'd only used my gun once.

"Yes! I knew you could do it!" Cam cheered as he pulled me into a hug, then smacked a kiss on my lips before jumping over to hug Ember, though he didn't kiss him. Yet.

"I only won because you took out most of them," I pointed out, and he waved me off. "And because Ember decided to play martyr."

My eyes widened as I realized what I'd said, and I snuck a glance at Ember, worried he felt insulted.

Instead, Ember broke into loud, booming laughter that had people glancing over in curiosity. He had the kind of laugh that made people smile, and I felt myself relax as the warm sound washed over me.

"I apologize about that, Micah. It seems you make me feel rather protective of you, and I might've gone a bit overboard with it," he confessed, and something warm and fluttery twisted in my belly as I met his blue eyes.

"It's okay." The words were breathy and barely audible, and I could feel Cam's glee in my mind, which made my cheeks heat. He was enjoying this way too much.

Ember

Paintball had been a success, despite mymartyractions, and I was glad. Micah seemed to be relaxing in my company a little, and I hoped I'd get to see more of the snark I'd glimpsed.

"I thought we could get dinner next." I held the door open for them at my car, before sliding into the driver's seat.

"That sounds good. I'm hungry," Cam said, and Micah snorted.

"When aren't you hungry?"

"True," Cam agreed easily, and I smiled at their back and forth.

The more I got to know them, the more I liked them.

"That makes sense. Dragons use a lot of energy, after all." I drove out of the parking space and joined the evening traffic as Micah hummed.

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