Spy Games: Birthday Games by Mia Downing Read Free Book Online

the grin through the kiss he dropped on her neck.
    Jake ruffled her hair. “There is no other woman in my life, despite the rumors. I have Charlotte and you to deal with. That’s enough.”
    Kate groaned. “Can we not mention Charlotte?”
    “I thought you were warming up to her?” Chase asked.
    “I liked her just fine in the beginning. It’s not my fault she doesn’t like me since we got married. She doesn’t like anyone, for that matter. She thinks the two of you walk on water, and Chase could do better than me. When you both sink like your skulls are full of rocks, it’s going to be an eye-opening experience for your little pet.”
    “Only Chase walks on water,” Jake corrected, his eyes closed, a content smile on his lips. “She knows I’m mortal.”
    Chase kicked at Jake, and Kate laughed. “Enough! You naughty boys want cake?”
    “Sure,” they said at the same time, which led to more kicking, this time from Jake.
    Kate sat up and gave them both a smack to their firm asses. “Behave, both of you. You’d think you’d be happy for a few minutes.” She slid off the end of the bed onto wobbly legs. She yanked down her skirt, surprised they hadn’t undressed her more than they had.
    “No clothes allowed,” Jake reprimanded as he rose from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. “Start stripping.”
    Chase murmured in approval and followed him, and Kate had to laugh. She washed her hands and started taking things out of the bag. “At least you agree on something. Blow out the candles first, and then I’ll strip for you guys.”
    “Turn off the music. The remote is on the bar,” Jake said from the bathroom. “Chase is going to sing for me.”
    “Yeah, right, asshole.”
    The two returned to the bed a few moments later. They were side by side now, propped up on pillows, uncaring they were naked as their heated gazes followed her movements while she used the bathroom, too.
    Kate returned, dug out the cake, the big candle that proclaimed Jake over the hill, and the lighter, then carried it to the bed. She set the cake platter on Chase’s belly. Chase grumbled and wiggled, the delicately frosted chocolate cake shimmying back and forth on his lean stomach.
    “Sit still. I don’t want to catch the bed on fire,” she reprimanded as she lit the candle, the wick sparking to life over the colorful proclamation of Jake’s ancientness, displayed in cheaply-colored wax.
    “The plate is cold.”
    “Shh. Happy—”
    Jake clamped his hands over his ears. “No singing! Christ, Kate, for someone as musically inclined as you are, you should be able to sing better than that.” Chase laughed, and Jake blew out his candle. “Fuck you, Chase, over the hill. Go cut us two pieces, Kate. Big ones. None for you.”
    “I was good! I took my spanking like a big girl. I deserve cake.” She knew she sounded bratty, but she didn’t care. Chase baked the most awesome cakes. She snatched the platter away and took it back to the bar. She sliced the pieces, dished them out, and stabbed forks into the moist, chocolaty cake middle. She went to dip her finger in the frosting.
    Jake tsked at her. “None for you. If you want cake, you have to earn it.”
    That could be fun. She carried the pieces over and handed them to the guys. She knelt between them, waiting with what she hoped looked like patience as they sampled their cake.
    “So good, even if it’s not boob-shaped,” Jake said on a groan of delight. “Here, Kate.” He held out a forkful. She leaned in, opening her mouth to be fed. He smeared it on her lips instead, and she glared as he laughed. “Sorry. Come here.” She leaned in again, and he licked the frosting from her lips. “Tastes good. Here, you can have a bite. No tricks.”
    He offered a forkful, and she closed her eyes as she tasted the blend of chocolates—the white chocolate layer of frosting at the center, the dark chocolate outer coating, and the cake itself, moist and decadent. “This is