Epilogue
There is no rest for the wicked. I’m a champion, and I still have things left to conquer, but life is simple now. I go home to men I love, and I work with my best friends. Well, apart from this weirdo who scrambles over, still chewing one of my cookies.
“Have you seen this video?” Skylar asks as we lean over his phone. It’s from a security camera or someone’s cell, but my eyes widen as I watch more.
“If it’s porn again—”
“It isn’t,” he mutters, shoving it closer, and curiosity gets the best of me.
“Isn’t that Eli from the gaming company?” I scramble to remember. “We did some promotion with them last month.”
“Yep, the one and only.” Skylar giggles like a child.
It shows Eli, the captain, pinned against some dirty alley wall. There’s no sound, but he’s talking, then he knees the bigger dude pinning him in the balls and runs. Someone edited it into a loop, and we replay it a couple of times, wincing with the big guy as he falls, holding his cock.
A throat clearing has me wincing, and we both turn. Noah stands there with his arms crossed and eyebrow arched, and Conan smiles at me from his side.
“On three, run,” Skylar whispers when faced with our boss. “One, two—” He throws me at them and runs away, screaming, “Three,” while giggling like a maniac as I fall into my men’s arms and smile at them.
“Threesome, anyone?” I ask. “No? I’ll just get back to work . . .” I try to slide away, but Noah cuffs my neck and drags me with them.
“If you have time to play, then you have time for us to remind you about the rules,” Conan says.
“Fuck yes. I mean, oh no, don’t punish me.”
His eyes sparkle with amusement, and Noah huffs out a laugh as the office door slams shut behind all three of us.
Oops, I guess breaking a few rules is fun after all.