Page 209 of Play Dirty

I was in a daze. My brain, fogged with my desire for all three of them.

“I—It doesn’t?” I murmured softly.

“No,” said Ares, his voice authoritative. “Not even a little.”

I looked to Sebastian, who only smiled and shrugged.

“It’s perfectly imperfect,” he chuckled, sitting back. “Put that on your spreadsheet.”

That did it. I laughed.

Actually laughed.

The kind that breaks something open instead of holding it in.

“Okay,” I said, and I meant it.

I chuckled through a long, gratified sigh.

“Just remember,” I said, gesturing to myself grandly. “You boys asked for this.”

Ares arm finally settled against me. It was heavy. Certain.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “We definitely did.”

His big hand rubbed the back of my neck. I could’ve melted straight into a puddle.

“Pretty sure you’re the one who should be worried anyway,” Grayson needled.

“Oh?”

He stretched his arms overhead and cracked his knuckles.

“You’re outnumbered,” he said. “Three on one.”

“Three on one…” I repeated, almost hypnotically.

Ares’s touch sent goosebumps down my arms.

“Know what happens in a three-on-one?” Sebastian asked.

Heat flushed through me. I pretended to think for a moment.

“I have an idea,” I teased. “But tell me anyway.”

He leaned in, lips brushing my ear in the most unfair way possible.

“Somebody always scores.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“Wow,” I said. “That’s the line you went with?”

Sebastian grinned. “Hey, it’s on brand.”

Ares snorted softly. “He’s not wrong.”

Grayson’s hand settled on my thigh, tightening slightly.