Doll Parts (The Game 4)

“He does mutter to himself!” KC laughed.

“What do you mean, poor little you?” I poked Cam’s side.

“For realsies!” Noa agreed. He planted his foot in Cam’s lap. “You snore like a freight train sometimes.”

“Liar!” Cam barked.

“Oh, he’s not lying, darling,” I chuckled. “I think it’s cute, though.”

Noa scrunched his nose at me. “Young, naïve love. Give it a year, Unc.”

I rumbled a laugh and crawled over Cam to pounce on this mouthy little brat. “I think you’re cute too. Will that fade in a year?” I growled against his neck.

“No, I’m always cute!” he giggled.

“I hope so. Because what Cam said is absolutely ludicrous—if we ever live together…” I captured Noa’s lips in a firm kiss. “Your Daddy and I are already making plans for three last names on a mailbox.”

That made him smile widely and push my cheeks together.

“Am I also cute now?” I asked.

He laughed and nodded, then kissed me hard and wriggled his tight little body underneath me.

How tempting.

“Ow,” he whispered, and he slowly broke away from the kiss. “Okay, nobody get me hard. It hurts! Fucking Sadists and their dick-smashers!”

Oh Christ. I laughed and inched away, though not before landing a kiss on KC’s lips first. But perhaps it was best I stayed on my side of the bed with Cam tonight.

“Let me see, sweetheart.” KC pulled Noa closer and pulled down his bottoms. “No bruising, at least.”

“Can’t say the same for my heart,” Noa mumbled.

He was still sprawled across KC and Cam, giving us an excellent view of KC playing with Noa’s cock. Lovingly, of course. Not at all to tease him and possibly get him hard.

Cam snickered and snuggled up against my chest. “You’re so torn now, aren’t you, babe? You want him to touch you, but—”

“Yeah, it’s fucking painful,” Noa groaned through a laugh.

I hugged Cam to me.

He peered up at me with a smile that reached his beautiful eyes, and I dipped down and kissed him.

It took mere seconds for KC and Noa to get swept away in their own bubble, and that suited me perfectly. Cam and I cozied up against the pillows, and he opened his laptop while I dipped a cookie in my coffee.

“What’re we watching?” I asked, keeping my voice low. Whatever bubble KC and Noa were lost in had nothing to do with anything dirty. Noa had repositioned himself to lie on top of KC, and they were just cuddling.

I hadn’t seen KC so content before. Eyes closed, fingers drawling aimlessly along Noa’s arms and back.

“Not a horror movie, that’s for sure,” Cameron whispered. “I have some travel videos downloaded from YouTube…?”

“Go for it.” I didn’t mind that at all. In fact, we should take a trip together, the four of us. “Are you in the mood to go somewhere?”

He pressed play on one and lowered the volume. “Noa and I have been saving a little for a road trip to Florida. We wanna rent a van we can sleep in and, you know, hit the beach and try out scuba diving.” He smiled impishly. “We kinda hope you and KC wanna come with now.”

“Hear, hear,” Noa mumbled sleepily.

KC followed in an equally drowsy voice. “Try’n stop us.”

So that was settled. “KC and I might have suggestions on the sleeping arrangements, but count us in.”

“Hear, hear,” KC echoed with a yawn. “My ass is not sleeping in a van.”

Good heavens, no.

“We’re dating old people, baby,” Noa snickered.

Cam found that funny too.

Brats.

Nothing wrong with a respectable stay at a Marriott. Or we could rent a beach house. Or go someplace else. “They have a very nice Marriott in Aruba.” I threw that out there.

“How come my work seminars only take me to Denver and fucking Boston?” KC muttered. “Let’s go to Aruba, kids.”

“I have a feeling we won’t be driving a van to Florida, Noa,” Cam said, amused.

“We can do that another time,” I offered.

He just grinned and rested his head on my shoulder.

I took a sip of my coffee and watched the video playing, showcasing beaches and activities in Florida. Yes, we could do that another time. I was even prepared to drive—though a much more comfortable vehicle than a van—but I knew KC and I were going to push for extra comfort. We weren’t twenty anymore.

After a couple more videos, I glanced over at KC and Noa and smiled softly at the sight. They’d fallen asleep.

“What’s the most exotic place you’ve been to?” Cam whispered.

I hummed and finished my cookie. “Work has taken me all over the world, but I rarely have the time to enjoy the locations,” I murmured. “Now I don’t work with international accounts anymore, so… But KC and I went to Rio with a few friends from high school several years ago.” That’d been a fun week. “Funnily enough, he was worried the whole trip about being away from Noa, who couldn’t have been more than thirteen at the time.” I nudged Cam slightly. “What about you?”