Page 46 of Their Little Helper

“Kids shouldn’t be taught to cheat.” It was just rude. The adults were supposed to cheat. “What kind of upbringing did he have?”

Harley sighed, thankfully understanding the severity of the situation even though Santos just kept snickering.

“He deliberately pushed the table and braced his own tower. It wasn’t nearly as good as yours.” The tiny hitch in his voice said he’d wanted to call me Daddy, but he’d held it back as we walked out of the museum. “Some kids are just sociopaths. It’s not something we could’ve predicted.”

“You’re the one who told him about our contest.” Santos rolled his eyes. “You kept pumping up the competition.”

“Between the three of us.” And I hadn’t mentioned anything inappropriate about a prize. When the brat had asked about what the winner would get, I’d said dessert. It wasn’t my fault he thought if he won I’d buy him shit. “He was just a sociopath like on one of those FBI shows.”

Harley sighed, nodding. “But…but you would’ve won. Your building was very nice.”

“Thank you.”

“I know.”

Santos and I spoke at the same time, then glared at each other as Harley gave a quiet laugh. Santos was ridiculous and had to understand that. “I would’ve won. He was talking to me. It was clear from the conversation.”

Someone was just jealous our boy thought mine was best.

“He’s just being polite because he doesn’t want to hurt your overly inflated ego. Mine was best and you know it.” Santos was being unreasonably stubborn about admitting he’d lost. “And since I won, I get to pick my reward.”

His gleeful smile made me want to climb up him and shake him, but I knew I shouldn’t hurt people who couldn’t help being dickheads.

It was just a genetic fault, but Santos was hot and good with our boy, so I reminded myself I could ignore it.

And get revenge when possible.

“I think I would’ve won.” Harley’s teasing voice was low, but he didn’t back down. “It had the most stable base and only tipped over. It didn’t break into pieces.”

Santos sucked in a breath, offended and dramatic. “It was just the tower that broke. It’s not my fault beauty is sometimes delicate.”

He was insane.

They were both insane.

“Mine was amazing and you even said so.” My sweet boy wouldn’t lie about something like that so it had to be true. “That means I won.”

“I don’t know.” Harley shrugged as he walked down the steps in front of the museum. “Mine was stable and attractive. It wasn’t fussy but it was a building that would’ve lasted forever if an unexpected earthquake hadn’t struck.”

Santos rolled his eyes. “That wasn’t an earthquake. That was an alien landing that shook the earth or some kind of asteroid impact. That would’ve ended the dinosaurs, much less a building.”

“So see?” Harley straightened and smiled at us. “I won.”

I would not concede that I lost…but he was very excited to win.

Even if he only asked for extra dessert, it would clearly make him happy.

“I…” Blushing again, Harley quickly turned his focus toward everything else around us and even the trash cans became fascinating. “I want a…a last night again…from both of you.”

Oh.

Before I could make sure he knew how much I approved of that plan, he forced more words out. “As long as that’s okay with everyone. I don’t want to…to push?”

Since Santos had already proved he liked that activity, I was quick to remind Harley that my limits were very flexible with that activity. “Please push me. Push my head down and make me choke on that sexy package, baby boy.”

Oops.

Clamping my lips shut as he turned the color of a tomato, I pretended to zip my lips and gently nudged Santos with my arm. He rolled his eyes and grumbled, but he was the boring one between us and knew how to word it. “What Dally is trying to say is that he approves of that reward. Highly approves.”

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