Page 68 of Something Tangled Something True
“I can’t say it’s you I’ve been dreaming about. Sorry to disappoint.” I run my foot up Lola’s shin, and she squirms in her seat.
Which player would make the best adult video with the players on either side of them?
I fan myself, blowing out a choked breath, suddenly overheated.
“Well, looks like we can’t answer this one,” I say, raising my brows and preparing to move to the next card.
Lola sets her hand on mine, stopping me. “Come on, Ry, don’t be a cheater. Let’s pick two or three numbers each,” she says.
I don’t miss the warning look Mayte shoots across the table at Lola. I gulp, picking the only answer that’ll ever make sense to me and setting the one and three down on the table.
Lola sets her two down, and of course, Mayte, the troublemaker, sets herthreedown.
“Alright, what’ve we got here?” I ask, flipping the sets over.
Warmth spreads in my gut, and I feel my balls tighten. Lola has a three and a one.Me and her.
When I look at Mayte's cards, they’re not at all what I’m expecting. She shrugs. “What? I’m a year postpartum. No one wants to see this body on camera.”
Lola kicks her under the table, scowling at her. “Deja la bobería, que tú eres una dura. Don’t talk about yourself like that. That body you’re so mean to safely carried my niece for thirty-two grueling weeks and brought her into this world, despite all odds. So don’t you dare talk down about it again.” This is so contrary to the brave face she puts on, joking about being a MILF and all.
It breaks my heart that Mayte thinks so poorly of the way she looks. The woman is beautiful, always has been. Therearen’t two women in the world who could shine a candle to Lola and Mayte. My wife and sister, for all intents and purposes, are stunning, and everyone knows it.
Mayte waves Lola off, but I see the tears pricking the edges of her eyes. “Whatever. You with Ryder and Zeke would still be way hotter,” she says, her words sounding watery and choked up.
I gag. “Absolutely not. That’s disgusting,” I say, pretending to vomit into my fist.
Lola pats me on the back, picking up another card.
Who has a secret crush on someone in the room?
“I’m not sure it’s a secret. You might befakemarried, but you’rerealturned on by each other,” Mayte deadpans, and heat creeps up my neck, threatening to strangle me.
I cough. “Next question.”
Who would be most willing to kiss the person to their right?
We look around the table, and I smack down a three.
When I turn the cards over, they're straight threes.
I wink at Lola, seated on my right, and a rosy blush flashes on her cheeks. She leans across the table, grabbing another card.
Who has seen the most players in this room naked?
My eyes go wide, and I toss down a six. We turn them over, revealing a mix of two sixes and a five.
“Tiaand Mama Bee did get an eyeful when we were kids,” Mayte says with a chuckle, placing another card in the center.
Who isn’t wearing underwear right now? Prove it.
My eyes grow wide, and I scratch the back of my neck.
We each glance at one another. Lola nibbles her bottom lip, and I have the urge to pluck it out and suck on it for her.
Woah, calm down, big guy.
I set my card down, selfishly hoping I’m right. Mayte turns the cards over, and a wide grin curves her lips. She nods her chin at Lola and says, “Go on, hot stuff. Show us whatyou’re workin’ with.”
