To hump the ass in front of me or not to hump…that was the question…

And it was a damned good one because it was soft and silky and nearly fucking bare.

Just remembering the sexy scrap of fabric he’d come in wearing masquerading as underwear had my dick getting even harder…and I’d woken up hard as a rock. I couldn’t decide if we’d come back to the same position after a night of wiggling or not, but I’d gone to bed as the big spoon and woken up the same way.

Nestled against his tempting ass.

Fuck it.

Kissing his neck, I rocked against his smooth cheeks, barely noticing the nearly invisible string that was nestled between them. After everything that’d happened and the fact that he’d come in last night wearing something so perfectly tempting, nothing said he was going to object to a few caresses.

“I’m not sure this is what Dad meant when he said to split up the chores.” God. Two geniuses should never be allowed to procreate.

To say his parenting methods were questionable would’ve been an understatement because no matter what Dad thought, gambling was not an interesting development in human culture.

It was just fucking gambling.

TC shrugged, smirking from where he was leaning back against the couch, arms stretched out like he was posing for some kind of modeling shoot. “He’s the one who gave me the dice, so I call bullshit.”

I wasn’t sure which parent had given him the gene that required him to always pose and look sexy, but it was fucking distracting.

“Fine.” Picking up the thousand-sided die that seemed to come from a board game or some kind of role-playing game, I tried to decide how we should work it as I rolled it around in my hand. “Okay, twenty sides, so eleven or more you do dinner and dishes. Ten or less and it’s my turn.”