Roll Against Regret (3d20) Read Online Free

her mouth… Not that I’m complaining. Just curious.”
    I tried to squash my embarrassment. Letting go in a virtual world, or around someone I trusted not to judge me, was one thing. Owning up to the foul language and innuendo in real life was something I was still adjusting to. I nodded at Jackson. “Someone helped me shed a few inhibitions.”
    Carter’s smile wavered. “That’s great.”
    This conversation needed to be somewhere else. Somewhere that didn’t focus on my life then versus now. Somewhere neutral. “So what are you doing these days? What’s DarkAnge1 into?”
    “Besides spending my nights playing games?” He wasn’t completely relaxed, but he was getting there. Even all these years later, I saw it in the tilt of his head and the angle of his back. “Contract work, mostly. Still play guitar when I’m not screwing around online. I’m even with a local band. We do gigs occasionally.”
    The waver of tension in the air dissipated during the next few hours. Somewhere along the way, the guys started tossing random questions back and forth at each other. I wasn’t sure if it was more game or a bizarre kind of challenge, but it was fun.
    “Your turn.” Jackson had finished his coffee over an hour ago, but still tapped the empty cup back and forth.
    Carter furrowed his brow for a moment. “Who’s your favorite Avenger?” He looked at me. “You first.”
    “I don’t know.” I was familiar with the franchise. They just all had their own good and not-so-good qualities. “If I have to pick? Tony Stark.”
    Carter smirked, and Jackson stopped knocking his cup around, a frown shadowing over his face before disappearing. “I’m actually not picking, unlike some people.” The teasing was back in Jackson’s voice.
    “That’s not an answer, it’s a cop-out,” Carter said.
    I enjoyed the banter. It was similar to in-game, and it was pleasant to see them getting along so well.
    Jackson’s sigh was exaggerated. “Tom Hiddleston.”
    “Loki isn’t an Avenger.”
    I felt a bit like I was watching a verbal tennis match.
    “I didn’t say Loki. God, that accent. I’d go gay for that.”
    Carter laughed. “That implies you’re straight now.”
    “Busted.” There was no embarrassment in Jackson’s retort. He draped his arm around my shoulders. “Though, there’s no way I’m giving up this amazing woman so I get a quickie, even if it’s from Tom Hiddleston. But that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about sucking him off.”
    “I think that’s fair,” Carter said.
    “Your question, you have to answer now. Favorite Avenger.”
    “Since the two of you are going all physical attraction”—Carter pursed his lips in exaggerated concentration—“Steve Rogers.”
    “Chris Evans?”
    “You suck at this. I said Avenger, not actor. Steve Rogers is a sexy package of wholesome American beauty.” Carter raked his gaze over Jackson. “Blond, tall, good looks, and completely corruptible. I’d give him something worth kneeling for.”
    The blunt conversation had me flushed with embarrassment. Hearing them talk like this over chat was one thing, but in person put it on an entirely new level. I guess I hadn’t expected the conversation to still be so direct. “The two of you are crass.” I made sure to keep the teasing in my voice. I didn’t want them to stop, even if it was a bit over the top.
    “And you’re not complaining.” Carter turned his attention back to me. “Tony Stark, really?”
    “I’m with him on this,” Jackson said. “The dude is all ego.”
    “And a lot of brains. And confidence—completely hot.” Neither of the men I was sitting with had any issues with either of those. “And secure enough in his masculinity that he lets the woman he loves run his company. Because he’s completely incompetent about it.”
    Jackson squeezed my fingers. “I think she’s got a good point.”
    “Of course you do. She goes home with you at the end of the night.” A strain