8. Roll For Innuendo
Chapter eight
Roll For Innuendo
Dex
Being horny at the D&D table isn’t new.
Honestly, being horny in general isn’t new.
Being horny at the D&D table while sitting with four people I either fuck regularly, want to fuck, have watched fuck, or have recently spent entirely too much time imagining them fucking each other?
That’s new.
And fucking complicated.
Mostly because one of those people is Griffin.
Who is straight.
Very straight.
Aggressively, monogamously—with the exception of his wife having three boyfriends—straight.
Which means I know I am absolutely going to make him uncomfortable.
As I said to Ronan and Micah the other night, I am, still unfortunately, equipped with eyes.
And Griffin coming downstairs wearing gray sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt… feels targeted.
“You gonna roll, Dex?”
I manage to look away from Griffin and find Ronan staring at me over the top of his DM screen.
“Sorry. Distracted.”
“We noticed.”
Micah kicks my ankle under the table.
I look at him, and the way he lifts his eyebrows shouldn’t be hot.
Spoiler alert—it is.
“Roll,” he orders.
Oh.
Well.
Apparently, we’re doing that tonight.
“Yes, Sir.”
I watch as Micah slow shutters his eyes and inhales through his nose.
Ironically, Ronan’s eyes close slowly, too.
Cami chokes on her drink.
Griffin laughs—actually fucking laughs.
I grin and pick up my dice.
This is going to be a fantastic night.
I roll.
“Seventeen.”
“Twenty-three with your modifier,” Ronan calculates quickly. “Suddenly, you find a hidden door on the western wall.”
“See? The fast math? That’s why I keep you around.”
“You don’t keep me anywhere.”
Cami’s mouth twitches into an evil smile. “Pretty sure it’s the other way around.”
My eyes snap toward her.
She gives me the sweetest fucking smile.
Oh, Dollface.
You have chosen violence.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warn.
Her smile becomes a Cheshire grin. “Oh, I’m not worried about finishing.”
Micah makes a strangled sound beside her as he tries to contain the laugh.
Ronan stares at Cami—like in a way that makes me feel like we shouldn’t witness it.
Griffin looks down at the table, but his shoulders are shaking from his quiet laugh.
“You people are impossible tonight,” Ronan mutters.
“You built this party,” Micah teases.
“I built a campaign. Whatever this is happened without my consent.”
Cami lifts a hand, drawing all the attention to her. “Actually, I’m pretty sure you’ve all explicitly consented to quite a lot of whatever this is.”
There’s a beat of complete silence while smiles form.
But then Griffin loses it.
Not a polite chuckle.
Not one of those little amused exhales he does when he doesn’t want to encourage me.
A full-on belly laugh.
I point down the table at him. “See? Dad even gets it.”
“Don’t call me dad.”
“You had given up correcting me for like two days,” I counter.
“I was tired.”
“That’s how it starts. We’ll wear you down yet.”
Micah’s foot rubs against my leg under the table.
Not too high.
Not inappropriate.
Just there in acknowledgement. Or warning.
I look at him.
“Behave.”
So warning.
The word is quiet enough that it’s not meant to draw attention. Not meant for everyone else to hear it.
My cock absolutely hears it.
“I’m trying,” I answer with a soft swallow.
He narrows his eyes at me in a way that is meant to challenge me. It’s as if he’s saying, “liar,” with his eyes.
Cami is looking between us.
Maybe her body responded to the order, too.
Interesting.
Then Ronan clears his throat. “Can we please return to the dungeon?”
I grin. “By all means, Dungeon Daddy.”
Ronan sighs. “Not what I meant.”
But can we talk about how awesome it is that I’m pretty sure his mind went straight to the basement at the moniker?
“Still, technically accurate,” Cami points out.
Ronan tries to gain back control of the table. “Do you want to know what’s behind the door or not?”
“Depends,” I answer. “Are we still talking about the campaign?”
Micah’s eyes narrow again.
Cami bites her lip and looks at me from under those eyelashes.
I wink at her.
Ronan looks as if he’s reconsidering every decision that led him to this night.
Griffin reaches for his beer and says, “I’d just open the door.”
We all look at him, eyes wide.
He pauses with the bottle halfway to his mouth.
“What?”
I tilt my head and narrow my eyes at him. “Nothing.”
He sets down the beer and looks around the table. “Why are you all looking at me like that?”
Cami lightly clears her throat and reaches over to squeeze his hand.
That’s the only answer he’s getting.
He must accept that, because all he does is shrug and take another sip of beer.
Ronan looks down and says. “Griffin opens the door.”
I make a heroic effort not to say anything.
Micah’s face shifts to something close to approval.
See? I try to tell him with my eyes. Growth.
None of us call out the fact that Ronan skipped Griffin having to roll or anything else. Apparently, he really wanted us to go through the door.
“The room beyond is narrow,” Ronan continues. “Maybe five feet across. You’ll have to go through one at a time.”
Cami makes a tiny noise that is almost a snort, almost a scoff, but incredibly quiet.
Micah turns toward her.
Ronan continues, “There is no visible light source. The passage is too tight for all of you to enter together.”
Cami’s lips disappear between her teeth as she tries to contain the laugh.
Micah looks down, the corners of his mouth turning up.
Griffin’s shoulders shake again in a quiet laugh as he takes another sip of beer.
I can’t do it.
I really fucking can’t.
“So you’re saying it’s dark, tight, and we have to take turns?” I blurt out.
The others are still trying to keep their laughs quiet.
Ronan’s eyes slowly rise from his notes. “Yes, Dex.”
“Just clarifying,” I reply. “I like to be thorough.”
“Oh, most of us know,” he responds.
Something about the way he says it sends a spark straight down my spine.
Well.
Fuck.
Ronan knows—he has known for a while—what that tone does to me.
Maybe not exactly, but enough.
Enough that he will use it intentionally.
His eyes hold mine for another second, then they drift back down to his notes.
“Marching order?”
“What?” Cami asks.
“Who is going first?” he clarifies.
“Oh.”
Ronan looks at her, and she smiles.
“Cameron.” His voice takes on that tone again.
One word.
That’s all.
Her entire posture changes.
Holy shit.
I’ve seen her react to Ronan before. We’ve all seen it.
But something is… different now.
She goes still in a very attentive way.
Ronan looks to me, like he’s noticing me noticing her.
I swallow past the thickness in my throat.
“I’ll go first,” Griffin says.
Cami looks at him, her expression softening. “Of course you will.”
He shrugs. “Someone has to make sure it’s safe.”
“Protective Dad is hot,” I say.
Griffin just rolls his eyes.
Cami nods in solidarity. “It kind of is.”
“Thank you,” I tell her with a nod of my own.
“I wasn’t agreeing with you.”
“You were.”
“I was agreeing with the sentiment.”
“Which was mine,” I counter.
Ronan sighs. “Griffin goes first. Who’s behind him?”
“Cami,” Griffin answers immediately.
I try to contain my reaction to imagining being behind Griffin.
Ronan’s eyes flick toward him.
Griffin apparently realizes how that whole exchange sounded about three seconds too late.
“Because she’s squishy,” he attempts to clarify.
Silence.
Cami’s mouth falls open in disbelief.
Micah looks away, trying not to react.
I press my lips together so hard they hurt.
Griffin’s face changes.
The man actually blushes.
“Her character. Her character is squishy.”
That’s it.
I fold over the table laughing.
Cami is right behind me.
Even Micah loses whatever battle he’s fighting.
Ronan takes his glasses off and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Fuck all of you.”
“Is that an invitation?” Cami asks, without missing a beat.
Ronan’s head lifts.
Her face immediately turns the cutest shade of pink.
I’m not sure if she really meant to say that.
But Ronan is staring at her now.
And that stare?
Jesus.
I look at Micah.
Micah looks at me.
Yeah—we both saw the same thing.
Tomorrow night is going to absolutely fucking destroy her.
Lucky bitch.
I’d be absolutely lying if I said I wasn’t jealous.
“Anyway,” Griffin says loudly, still fighting a smile of his own, “Cami is behind me.”
“Good choice,” I manage to say.
“Don’t,” Griffin warns.
“What? I didn’t say anything bad.”
“You were thinking it.”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
Micah moves his foot away from me as he sits up to reach for his drink.
I miss it immediately.
I slide my foot against his.
His eyes cut toward me.
What?
I’m behaving.
Mostly.
Ronan gets us moving again, and for maybe ten whole minutes we actually play D&D.
Then Cami rolls a three and fails a dexterity save.
“The room restrains you,” Ronan tells her.
I slap both hands on the table and try to keep my reaction inside.
“No,” Micah says.
Ronan points at me without looking toward me. “Don’t.”
Cami is laughing.
“What am I restrained by?” she asks.
Ronan looks at her. “Vines.”
“How restrained?” she asks, her voice dipping seductively.
“Cameron,” Ronan warns.
“I’m asking mechanically—how much can I move?”
“Sure,” Griffin mutters. “Mechanically.”
Everyone freezes, then slowly we all look toward him.
He looks around the table. “What?”
I point at him. “That.”
“What?” he honestly looks confused.
“Do it again,” I suggest.
“Do what again?”
“Participate.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Fuckin’ a.”
“He’s evolving,” I stage whisper to Micah.
“I can hear you,” Griffin says.
“See? Enhanced perception too.”
Cami is laughing so hard now that she’s leaning against Griffin.
His arm goes automatically around her.
And that’s when something in me clicks.
Nobody is weird.
Nobody is tense.
Griffin isn’t monitoring every interaction between Cami and the rest of us.
Ronan isn’t pretending he’s not officially part of the polycule.
Cami isn’t worrying about whether touching one of us will hurt someone else.
Micah isn’t trying to quietly referee.
And I’m…
Okay, I’m still being a menace.
But that’s foundational ecosystem.
For the first time, maybe ever, we’re just… us.