Page 73 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
“Yeah right,” grunted Jaxon. “You were stupid enough to trade BoardwalkandPark Place for a blowjob. Hotels and all!”
Ryder shrugged. “It was a really great blowjob.”
“It sure was,” I winked.
That little transaction had taken place ten minutes ago, in full view of the others. My lips were still a little tingly, and pleasantly swollen.
“Besides, it was blowjobandimmunity from landing there in the future,” Ryder pointed out. “For at least five stays.”
“Hey!” I elbowed him playfully. “I thought it was three?”
“Three?” he squinted. “Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure, yeah.” I looked to Oakley for confirmation. “That was the deal, right?”
Stretching his huge arms overhead, Oakley yawned. He was delectably naked from the waist up; the happy result of having mortgaged his shirt for $75, instead of paying Luxury Tax.
“I can’t remember anything after you gave me that lap dance,” he bemoaned, “and all my railroads disappeared.”
I shrugged diabolically. “A deal’s a deal.”
“Yeah, well all these ‘deals’ are killing us,” said Jaxon. “It’s unfair.”
Casually, I popped a cheese-covered cracker in my mouth, and crunched down on it.
“And why’s that?”
“Because onlyyoucan trade sexual favors!” he fumed. “It’s not like we can make these deals with each other.”
My evil grin turned even more wicked. “Who’s stopping you?”
All three of them groaned and threw money at me, with Jaxon throwing Oakley’s money since he had none of his own. We’d had so much fun all day, stretched out on the floor, eating from our charcuterie board and playing beside the fire. The collection of board games we found in Sarge’s closet was a bit beat up, and probably from his childhood. But he had some really great ones, like Clue, Parcheesi, and an original 3-D version of the Game of Life.
“Forget this one already,” Jaxon said, waving his hand. “She won.”
“Wait, hang on,” protested Oakley. “I still have Marvin Gardens. And the Electric Company.”
“The Electric Company is shit,” spat Jaxon. “And you can’t build houses, because you’re never getting Ventura. She won’t give it up.”
Oakley turned to me and delivered his best, ladykiller smile. “Trade you a back rub for it?”
As heartbreaking as it was to refuse him, I had to shake my head.
“A back rub and Connecticut Avenue?”
“Sorry, honey.”
His mouth curled into a frown. “A back-rub, Connecticut Avenue, and…” he gathered up most of his money. “Three-hundred and fifty dollars?”
“Nope,” I sighed sadly.
“But you gave Ryder a blowjob!”
“Yes, well, Ryder had BoardwalkandPark Place.”
“And hotels,” Ryder grinned.
“Exactly,” I agreed, blowing him a kiss. “Now, if you had something likethatto bargain with… well…”
