Page 64 of Courting Danger

“Not a chance in hell, in either department,” Danger replied. “But it’ll be fun trying.”

“That it will, Pup, that it will, even if we exhaust ourselves trying.”

“What do you mean, ‘if’?” Danger grumbled. “I’m already exhausted.”

“Might be time to sew a GOM patch on your kutte then.”

It didn’t matter that Danger knew Pope was kidding; those Grumpy Old Man patches were no joke and were typically worn to signify when someone moved from being able to ride with the road crew to only hitting the road with them a handful of times a year.

“How about a revised Pope’s Pup patch and leave it at that,” Danger muttered. “Missed seeing it whenever I slipped into my jeans.”

“Already put in an order,” Pope admitted. “Along with something special for each of them.”

“Do you think this is it?” Danger murmured as they watched Roan carefully lapping cum from Ocean’s skin. “Our death or five hundred miles? Because I’m more than ready for it to be.”

“Then we’ll have to be certain to keep them above ground and with absolutely no reason to want to put five hundred miles or more between us,” Pope declared. “Because I do think they’re meant to be our forever, and I intend to spend the rest of my days proving it to them.”

“Our days, you mean,” Pope declared. “No way either of us wins trying to handle them two on one.”

When Pope’s tongue flicked in as he leaned to stare Danger dead in the eyes, Danger had the sinking suspicion he’d just unintentionally issued a challenge Pope was far too proud to turn down.

“I say I can handle all three of you, and I’ll prove it to you next dungeon night,” Pope declared.

“And if you’re wrong?”

“Then I’ll be too exhausted to care how you get back at me,” Pope admitted. “But don’t think I won’t get retribution eventually.”

“Those are a whole lot of promises disguised as threats that don’t scare me,” Danger admitted.

“And why is that?”

“Because neither of us can get up right now, let alone make anyone pay for anything,” Danger pointed out. “Which puts us both at the same disadvantage. Whereas those two…”

Danger pointed, directing Pope’s attention to the filthy kiss Roan and Ocean were sharing, in between Roan lapping the cum off. Ocean was half hard while Roan looked like he’d be in a similar state soon enough, while Danger had to concede that there was no way in hell he was getting in on that action.

He wasn’t getting it up anytime soon and doubted Pope would either.

But goddamn, they’d be down to watch.