Page 45 of Fixed Asset

Fallon relaxed back in his chair and crossed his arms. All he was missing was a beer in his hand and it would’ve been a sight I’d seen a lot over the months. It was his ‘I’m settling in for a long shit-talk session’ look.

Something he excelled at.

I glanced at Pete, Ryan, then landed on Mase. All of them were smiling at Cat. But Mase’s lips were twitching. If I didn’t shut this shit down, Mason would edge the conversation on for his own personal amusement.

“What about Ryan makes you think that? He had to google vaginosis.”

“Actually, I use DuckDuckGo,” Ryan corrected.

All eyes flew to him.

“What? I like the name. It makes me laugh.”

“Fine,” Fallon conceded. “But you still had to look it up.”

“Don’t be salty, ol’ sailor. Just because she thinks I’m more educated than you doesn’t mean she thinks you’re completely uneducated. She just recognizes refined talent.”

Mason’s shoulders started shaking in silent laughter.

And here we go . . .

“You two are cute,” Mase started, then waited until Fallon cut his gaze in his direction. “Fear not, brother, when we get to the topic of ropes and cuffs, it’ll be your turn to shine.”

I knew before she spoke Catarina was going to latch on to that like an octopus and wrap her tentacles around it until she’d squeezed every last bit of fodder she could gather.

“Really?” She giggled. “I didn’t see that coming.”

Mason sat back, damn proud of himself he’d given Cat something to chew on.

“Should I be offended?”

“I don’t know, possibly,” she told Fallon, then went in for the kill. “You’re all big-guy cuddly like a teddy bear. If I had to guess, I’d say Pete . . . probably, Mason, definitely like tying up their women.” She stopped for a moment, tilted her head, and stared at Fallon. “Wait, I can totally see it—you’re one of those service Tops I’ve read about. You like the cuddly aftercare part.”

The men around the table erupted into laughter. I buried my face in Cat’s neck and shook with humor.

Aiden came into the room asking, “What’d I miss?”

“Cat here thinks Fallon’s a cuddly service Top,” Mason supplied through his laughter.

“That was quick,” Aiden noted. “But it’s good she’s got him pegged—”

“No one’s pegging me,” Fallon groused. Then added under his breath, “I do the pegging.”

Pete pushed back from the table, stood, and clapped Fallon on the shoulder, thankfully ending the conversation. Though he wouldn’t be Pete without getting the last word in. “Just because you say it out loud doesn’t make it the truth. Now, who’s hungry?”

All eyes went to Catarina. Hers skidded to me.

“Are they looking at me because they think since I have a vagina, I should cook dinner?”

“Favor, baby. Don’t talk about your vagina in front of the guys.”

Her eyes sparked, and I knew what came out of her pretty mouth was going to be more sass. To stop this, and because I wanted to, I straightened and silenced her with a kiss.

It was closed-mouthed and too damn short, but it did the trick.

“I’m cooking,” I announced.

“You can cook?” she breathed.