I frown. Well, not right now it wouldn’t, since his mother is visiting…again. Hmmm, homemade cookies. But that’s beside the point. The point is…
“Go get your dick wet, Boner. The adults are talking.” I’m pissed on behalf of Parker, and Sledge’s reaction was shitty, but damn, I may be laying it on a little thick with my best friend.
Not that I’m going to tellhimthat.
“I think I will.” Aaand…that’s why he’s my brother, roommate, and ride or die. With a goofy grin that tells me he knows exactly what I’m doing, he pinches the cigarette between his index finger and thumb and walks away, grabbing Maya—she’s his favorite pair of lips—around the waist as he goes.
The room doesn’t erupt in laughter, but everyone is definitely focused on this little tiff happening in the center of the clubhouse. A light chuckle spreads at Boner’s ability to diffuse a tense situation without even trying.
My attention rolls back to Sledge, but my anger has dropped a couple of notches. In my periphery, I catch sight of Spencer in an armchair nursing a local craft beer. Fuck, he looks edible. All of him. But I’m not digging the frown on his face or the slight down tick of his lips. His plump, made-for-cock, delicious looking lips.
Okay, focus on one thing at a time.
“Look, man, I get it. That bomb was bombin’, but you’re the adult here.” I frown, looking up at the ceiling as I berate myself. “Okay, that sounds all kinds of wrong, especially since I want to fuck your sister so fucking bad I can already taste her pussy on my tongue.”
The crack of a cue stick against my bare bicep throws me onto the baize-covered table, the balls dispersing with the weight of my fall.
“Fuck’s sake. I can’t remember a time we ever fucking finished a game in this place.” I’m not sure who’s talking but I’m guessing the last ball to hit my head is causing a concussion.
“I knew your dick would get you in trouble one of these days!” Nowthatvoice I recognize. Fucking Psycho.
“I may not know her but you’re not touching my sister.” Sledge throws the broken cue onto the table next to my head and offers me his hand. Propping myself up onto my elbow, a smirk firmly in place, I clasp hands with him and laugh.
“You know, brother, if you wanted to try the pool table fuck train, all you had to do was ask.” He pulls me up with enough force for an elephant, grinning like he’s deranged. And it hits me. “Oh fuck. If I call you my brother does that make it incest?”
“You’re an asshole.” Like well-practiced comedy, everyone goes back to their business. I guess when Mom and Dad aren’t fighting, it suddenly loses its entertainment value.
“That I am.” I pat him on the cheek. then give him my serious, I’m-not-fucking-around face. It’s like my I’m-about-to-rip-out-a-tooth face but with less snarl and more eyebrow raising. “You need to apologize. Don’t grovel, that’s weird.”
“Yeah, yeah. I just needed to wrap my head around it.” I nod to Sledge and hand signal Violet, who always tends bar, that I’m in dire need of a beer.
When I turn back around, my eyes land on Spencer and, again, I’m confused by the tense expression on his face. Did something happen to him today? He brings the bottle to his lips, and on instinct, I lick mine. There’s no ignoring the slight widening of his eyes and the way his free hand clenches on the armrest of his chair. I know lust—I know it well—and that is the propaganda poster for Porn-R-Us.
I’m about to take a step closer, maybe take advantage of this private moment we’re having from across the room, when a niggling thought starts scratching at the back of my mind.
Where is Parker? Unless she fell into the toilet, there’s no reason for her to be gone this long.
My eyes narrow at the thought that maybe she…no. That’s ridiculous. Spencer tenses and I’m pretty sure he thinks my reaction is to him, so I grin, then make my way straight to him. I’d hate for him to think I play favorites because I don’t. There’s enough of me to go around…and around.
The closer I get to him the more he straightens in his chair like he’s expecting some kind of impact. Not that I’m against that idea but I’m willing to bet Spencer’s not into my filthy version of gladiator games where the goal is for the audience to thumbs up or down the intensity of the orgasm they just witnessed. My existential question is…”Death by coming: Myth or reality?” I’ve killed a lot of assholes, but I’ve never killed by tapping that asshole.
Also, Mac would have my balls if I dropped to my knees to suck off Spencer right here and now. Correction…she wouldn’t go anywhere near my balls, Psycho would rip them off for her.
I shudder at the thought.
“Why so tense, Doc?” I’m using my sultry, God-I-want-to-bend-you-over-this-chair voice.
“Who said anything about being tense?” We both look down at his hand gripping the armrest as if his life depends on it. I raise a brow like it’s a pointed finger. “Shut up.” He brings his beer to his mouth again.
“Want me to replace your beer with my cock?” Tilting my head to the side, staring at him, making him feel like he’s the only person in the room, I bend forward with my hands now on the armrest, my right on top of his left. “My cum would taste so much better than that warm shit you’re drinking.”
“Oh my good gosh, Grinder. Stop it!” Behind me, the brothers are getting rowdy, no doubt doing shots with the birthday boy, so I don’t respond to Mac’s annoyance. After all, she’s been practically riding her husband all night. The only difference between the two of us is that where she and Psycho would eventually go back up to their room or their house, I would—without a single ounce of shame or second thought—bare my ass to the entire club and their plus ones.
I’m special like that.
Lifting my hand, I slowly raise my middle finger in Mac’s direction and use my peripheral vision to avoid Psycho’s swift kick to my shin. Big mistake on my part because where there’s Psycho, there’s Bear, and that motherfucker has legs for miles and he doesn’t miss.
Fuck, that’s gonna bruise. “If y’all want to double team me, all you gotta do is ask.” I grin but my gaze never once veers from Spencer’s wide eyes. “Sharing is caring, Doc. Don’t, for a second, think that I can’t spread the love.” My tongue swipes across his slightly parted lips and my cock hardens instantly. “Hmm, delicious.” Standing to my full height, I turn and walk away.