Page 765 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

And then Tater Tot ruins the moment.

“Will you be proud of me when I fuck you so good you’ll want to stay speared on my fat cock forever?”

Cooper drags his hands down his face with a help-me groan. “Not everything has to be about your cock.”

“You’re right. It has to be about my Havoc,” he replies seriously.

There’s no one who refutes that.

Tate barrels on, stepping closer to Ez, and my drama-meter blares its alarm, my gaze sharpening as I watch the show. “I do have a surprise for you on my very impressive dick, though, baby. I can’t wait to show you.”

Scotty’s brows dart upwards.

“Come any closer, and you will no longer have that appendage to show anyone.”

Rawr. That was kind of . . . adorable.

Her head whips my way like a missile locking onto its target.

Oopsies . . .

“Would you like to repeat that out loud, 35?

Tate’s pupils blow out, almost consuming the grey ringing them. “You’re reading his thoughts? Fuck, do me, my Havoc—I’ve got so much in there for you.”

Coops looks between me and Ezla curiously. “What was he thinking, Vengeance—”

He stops short at the same moment all the attention glues to him.

“Ah . . .” For the first time I think ever, I see Cooper blush as he rubs the back of his neck and drops his eyes to the ground.

Awwwww, he’s so smitten.

Just like the rest of us. He just doesn’t show it as well or as often.

He clears his throat, but it doesn’t help him get many words out. “I mean . . .”

“Why ‘Vengeance’?” Scotty asks like the little honey pie he is before anyone can tease him on it.

Cooper’s lips seal shut.

“Don’t worry about it.” My brother waves a dismissive hand when he sees it’s clearly a touchy subject, despite the burning desire we all have to know what this secret . . . thing going on with Ezla and Cooper is.

This is another thing I love about Scotty: he always knows when to back off and how to defuse a situation.

Tate is less polite about his feelings on the matter.

“What’ve you got going on with my Havoc?” he demands menacingly, large fists balling up like he’s imagining using them to mush up Cooper’s body for the filling of a pie.

“Bloody hell, it’s not like that.”

“Then what’s it like—”

“All of you! Ropes! Now! You can all ring the bell. Twelve times.”

Skin leaches of colour all around as we stare at our Bonded in horror.

“B-but—but I didn’t do anything!” Alby squeaks, his anxiety overridden by his horror as he pleads for mercy.