“Calvin?” Letty asked.
Their b
lond friend toyed with his beer coaster. “Um….”
Letty gave him a playful slap in the arm. “Come on, Cal, it’s only a game. Besides, you and Hobbs act like an old married couple anyway.”
Calvin scratched his head, looking embarrassed. “Okay, uh, I guess fuck Dex, marry Hobbs, and kill Ash.”
“I hate all of you,” Ash grunted, his beefy arms folded over his chest as he leaned back in his chair. Letty ignored him and moved on.
“Hobbs?”
Hobbs whispered in Calvin’s ear, and Calvin’s face went as red as his partner’s. “Um, same for Hobbs. Fuck Dex, marry me, kill Ash.”
“You too, bro?” Ash shook his head at Hobbs who gave him an apologetic smile and a shrug of his big shoulders. He shifted his chair, so he could hide behind Calvin, but unless Calvin suddenly gained an extra foot and a half in height, that wasn’t going to work. Seeming to realize that, Hobbs let his chin rest on the top of Calvin’s head with a sigh. Calvin was so accustomed to it, he took a sip of his beer as if he didn’t have a tiger Therian twice his size using him for a prop.
When Letty turned to Sloane, he shook his head. “No way. I’m not touching this.”
“Come on, don’t be a wuss. Say it. You’d totally fuck Dex.”
Already have. In the kitchen, bedroom, living room, bathroom, car, work… “Not touching this.”
With a pout, she moved on. “Fine, Ash?”
Ash scoffed. “I wouldn’t fuck or marry any of you, but I’d have the time of my life killing your asses. All of you. Assholes.”
Beside him, Cael huffed, giving Ash’s bicep a prod. “Hey, what did I do?”
“Not you. Cael’s the only one who gets to survive. The rest of you can kiss my ass.”
“Cael?” Rosa wriggled her brows. “Come on, gatito. Who makes you purr?”
Cael shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his whole face going pink. “I don’t know that I want to—”
“Come on,” Rosa teased.
“Leave him alone.” Ash threw an arm protectively around Cael’s shoulders. “He doesn’t want to play your stupid game.”
“Touchy. Fine, who do you think Dex would choose?”
Ash got that look in his eyes and Sloane groaned. He fortified himself by downing half his beer in one gulp. Dex was on his third song. Something about being wanted dead or alive. The part about being a cowboy had Sloane picturing Dex in nothing but torn jeans and a cowboy hat. He didn’t know what was worse, what was happening on stage or at their table. His choices were watching Dex and possibly getting an erection, or listening to his team argue over who they’d imaginary fuck, all of which led back to Dex. He was far too sober for any of this.
“Easy,” Ash said, far too happy for his own good. “He’d clearly kill me, and he’s already Sloane’s wife, so there you go. Two for one right there.”
Sloane finished the rest of his beer and pinned Ash with a glare. “And you wonder why everyone wants to kill you.”
Ash shrugged. “What? It’s the truth. You want proof?”
Dex finished singing and the crowd erupted into cheers. When he got to their table, he pointed to Sloane’s empty beer bottle. “Want me to get you another one?”
“While you’re at it,” Ash said sweetly, “why don’t you fetch him a snack and when you’re done, bend over. Hubby’s had a long day and needs to unwind.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I bet a ‘bite me’ is in order.” Dex snatched up Sloane’s empty bottle and stormed off. Sloane shook his head at Ash in disbelief.
“Why do you have to be such an asshole?”
“Aw, isn’t that sweet? Defending his honor. Want me to tell him? It might get you a blow job at the very least.”