Page 109 of Monstrous Serpent

He waggles his brows. “Bet your ass would disagree.”

Hunter snorts.

I scoff. “Yeah, and your nipples would agree with anything I tell them to.”

Atlas's hand flies to his chest. “That was one time. And you took advantage of a vulnerable moment.”

“You were balls deep inside me. That's not vulnerable.”

Hunter's mouth twitches, fingers flexing at his sides.

My eyes narrow. “Got something to say? Because I can’t tell what you fuck harder, your fist or my ass.”

He doesn’t even look at me as he grabs the back of my neck. “Sounds like you’re jealous.”

I huff and roll my eyes.

We've barely seen each other this week. The only action I've had was a FaceTime where Atlas made us all jerk off together. Which was hot. But watching Hunter fuck his fist through a phone screen, when I know what it feels like in person, is a special kind of torture.

“Oh, good, we're doing the angry flirting thing. Love that for us.” Atlas ruffles my hair. “Now be a good boy and let daddy show you a good time tonight.”

I shove his hand away. “If anyone's daddy, it's Hunter.”

It comes out loud. Way too loud.

Atlas's mouth drops open and Hunter's hand on my neck falls away. Atlas turns to Hunter, back to me, back to Hunter. “Did he just—”

“Shut up.”

“Little J, you just called Hunter daddy in front of—”

“I said shut up!”

Hunter says nothing. His jaw ticks once, a flicker of something—maybe desire—in his eyes.

A scare actor in a bloody apron wearing face paint walks past. He looks Hunter up and down, then winks. “Damn. He could be my daddy.”

I step into the fuckhead’s space, heat crawling up my neck. “Back the fuck up. He's not yours to look at.”

The actor drags a gloved finger down the front of my jacket. “Don't be jealous, pretty boy. There's enough scary to go around.”

Atlas's hand clamps around the guy's wrist. The grin on his face morphs into something that makes the hair on my arms stand up. “Touch him again, and we're going to have a problem that your costume can't fix.”

The scare actor huffs. “Relax. I was just messing around.”

Hunter places a hand on the guy’s shoulder, squeezing hard enough that the actor winces. “Move along and don’t look in our direction again, or I'll take your fucking eyes.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever, man.” The guy rubs his shoulder when Hunter lets go, then he walks away.

I gape at them both. “What the fuck was that?”

Hunter looks at me. “He touched you.”

“Are you serious? You can’t just—”

They both turn and make their way to Zeke’s Zombie Axe throwing.

“Hey, don’t walk away from me.” I shove my hands into the pockets of my jacket and follow them while they ignore me. “You two can’t do that shit.”