Page 59 of Courting Danger

“It would be cool to have a playroom and a few toys,” Roan admitted.

“I actually enjoy sleeping in a cage,” Danger said. “So better make sure Wreck draws in enough space for two.”

Pope pointed to his clipboard, the same way he had with Ocean. “Write it and include whether you’d prefer to have one under the bed this time, so I can get a raised platform designed along with the new additions.”

“Jumping back to that part about you having danced in cages before,” Danger mentioned. “Do you think you’d like to take a turn in the one at the club?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Sweet, it fits two. I’d love to dance with you.”

“Me too!” Roan piped up.

“I’m going to enjoy watching my boys tease a room full of folks who will be envious as hell to learn that I’m the only one who gets to touch you,” Pope declared, while the image flared up in Roan’s mind, bright and clear enough that he hoped they got a turn the next time they were in the dungeon beneath Jokers Wild.

“Does three on one constitute a gangbang?” Ocean asked after they’d all fallen silent to study their questioners more. “I’m good with the three of you taking me one after the other, but I don’t want other people involved.”

“Which is good, ‘cause I don’t share well,” Danger growled.

“I’d say three on one fits the definition,” Pope said. “As for sharing you with others, that’s not something you ever have to worry about with me. It’s a hard no. There is a space further down where you’ll get to mark your feelings about including others and swapping. Everything is in alphabetical order.”

“Good,” Roan breathed. “Because I wouldn’t want to be shared, but I wouldn’t mind a gangbang with you three. I’ve never done a gangbang, though.”

“Me either,” Ocean admitted. “But I’ve watched a few.”

“I’ve never even seen one,” Roan said.

“I’m sure you will, at some point,” Pope explained. “There are some who enjoy it and will splay themselves out to be taken in the dungeon.”

“What in the world is figging?” Roan asked.

“It burns!” Ocean blurted. “Oh my god, I’ve never had such a hard time staying still in my life. I was scared as fuck that I was going to squirm so much the guy I was riding with was gonna dump the motorcycle we were riding on. I felt like I was going out of my mind. But I came like a lightning storm after he’d taken it out and fucked me. Best. Orgasm. Ever.”

“Fuck, and now I’m hard as hell listening to you talk about that,” Danger groaned, adjusting himself.

“Okay, but what did he take out before he fucked you?” Roan snapped, eager curiosity leading him to shake Ocean, who laughed and tickled him in response.

“Not fair! You win! You win! I give. I give,” Roan yelped, squirming around.

Smirking, Ocean stopped tickling him and sat back up. “It was a piece of ginger. He’d carved it into the shape of a plug. Made sure to skin it good so I’d feel every inch of it.”

Roan went from grinning to mouth hanging open again, blinking. “A-and you like that?” he finally stammered.

“Loved it, though I did curse him in the back of my head every time he hit a fuckin’ bump.”

Danger lost it then, doubling over, cackling when Roan opened, closed, then opened his mouth again, no sound coming out as he struggled to process what he’d just heard.

“I’m not sure if I’m curious or horrified,” Roan finally admitted. “I think I’ll put it at mildly curious and wait to see Ocean’s responses firsthand.”

“I have never tried it,” Danger said. “Always wanted to though. It’s getting a five in the curiosity department.”

“And ginger will officially be going on the grocery list just as soon as I get around to making one,” Pope replied, jotting a note on the edge of his questioner. “In fact, we might just make a game of it, with a special reward for whoever can sit still the longest.”

“That’s between them, right?” Roan asked, cringing.

“If you want it to be,” Pope replied.

“Yes please, I’d rather just watch and console the loser,” Roan said.