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Darwin wraps his arms around my middle, drags me over to the couch, and sits down on it with me in his lap. “We need to talk about this.”
I wriggle into a comfortable position. No matter what we’re talking about, I’m never going to say no to being in one of my lad’s laps.
Gabe sits down on the couch next to us and draws my legs into his lap. He unlaces my trainers and tosses them to the floor. Then he runs his thumbs firmly up my instep and circles the ball of my foot.
I melt into a puddle in Darwin’s lap.
“Flexible toes, huh?” Darwin says to Gabe.
He nods.
“Flexible enough for toe sex?” Darwin asks.
Gabe nods again. “Definitely.”
I’m too floppy to voice an opinion.
Charlie thumps down on the floor between the couch and Hog’s tank and pops open a bag of crisps. I nudge him with my free foot.
“Low fat? Low salt?”
Charlie stuffs a handful in his mouth and munches. They’re not low anything.
“Imma have a word with your coach,” I tell him.
“Imma spank your arse.”
I stare at him, waiting for him to crack a grin.
He doesn’t.
“Are you pissed at me?”
“Yeah. You told me you wanted to play the kinda games Gabe was playin’ with you. All while we were—”
“Estranged,” Darwin supplies.
“Yeah, estranged, I did. I stepped up. As soon as Gabe’s back in the picture, you stop looking to me. You stop obeying me. What the fuck is that?”
I shift on Darwin’s lap. “I’m sorry, Chaz, I didn’t think.”
Charlie goes back to his crisps with a huff. There’s an uncomfortable silence where I don’t know where to look. Glancing at Hog’s tank turns out to be a big mistake because he’s perched on his log, glaring at me. And as I watch, he reaches between his spindly legs and adjusts his junk.
“Gross. Gabe, look what he’s doing.”
Gabe glances at the tank and chuckles. “Yeah, he’s started doing that. I think he’s getting interested in breeding.”
“What? He’s, like, two minutes old.”
Gabe shrugs. “Bog fae have relatively short life-spans. Makes sense that they’d reach sexual maturity quickly. I’ll have to start thinking about finding him a girlfriend.”
“Ugh.”
We all lapse back into silence and I try hard not to think about Hog breeding.
Finally, Darwin runs his hand up and down my back. “Can I offer something?”
I twist to look at him, since he’s never been shy about making his opinions known before.
