“Call it.” Flipping the coin, he catches it on the top of his hand and covers it with his palm.
“Head. Always head.”
“Head. Always head.”
Another voice joins mine almost simultaneously and yeah, it’s not totally appropriate to tell my brother I like head, but the moment was too good to pass up.
“Oh no. There are two of ya.” Sledge deflates, leaning against his pool cue as he sighs dramatically before straightening and pointing his index finger at Grinder. “Keep your dick out of my sister.” Then he turns his attention to me. “It’s heads. You’re up.”
I get warm fuzzies every time he says something all brotherly and protective like that and can’t help but grin.
“Yeah, keep your dick out of his sister.” I stick my tongue out toward Grinder before walking closer to the table, bending over with an arch in my back that would rival any porn star to aim my cue. I know what I’m doing and I give zero shits.
Grinder is hot, my pussy pulses every time I see him, and the sooner I fuck him, the sooner I can concentrate on something other than how much his thick cock would stretch me. It’s not like Sledge and I are super close right now, which is another reason to fuck Grinder quickly because it doesn’t feel weird to fuck my brother’s friends yet.
Totally logical.
To me.
I pot two balls on the break, both stripes, and smile victoriously as we all watch them slide into the pockets.
“Fuckin’ knew you were a hustler.” Laughing, Sledge leans against his cue stick and shakes his head.
“Do you need help with your next shot, Stabby?” Grinder sits at the edge of one of the tall stools by the wall, his eyes focused on my ass as I glare at him from over my shoulder.
“Why Stabby?” Apparently, Sledge is choosing to ignore the flirtatious part of Grinder’s question. This time.
I take my next shot, waiting to see what answer Grinder comes up with. Another ball rolls into a pocket and the white bounces off the cushion, exactly as expected.
“Because she made a sinner very holey behind the gas station and it was hot as fuck.” He sparks up what smells like a joint, making no secret about the way he’s mentally undressing me.
I stand fully and stare at him, cocking my head to the side and raising my brows.
“So much for letting them think you did it. Grass.”
Holding his hands up in surrender, Grinder looks a lot confused. “First, what the fuck does grass mean? And second, you already told him what happened.”
“You ratted her out.” Sledge laughs and settles his gaze on me. “But even if you hadn’t told me, you’ll learn that we don’t keep secrets around here for long, Sis. Now hurry the fuck up and miss a shot because this is boring.” He picks up his tea from the table beside Grinder and takes a huge gulp.
I have to pause because, yeah, I’m having a moment.
“Please call me Sis all the time. That was fucking brilliant.” Grinning, I bound toward him, stopping myself just short of wrapping my arms around him again. He stood as stiff as a board the first time and he’s currently still holding his mug of tea. Don’t wanna spill it. “Sorry.” Spinning, I head back to thetable and line up my next shot, potting the green striped ball with ease.
“You can give his hugs to me, Stabby, I’ll take all the bodily contact you’re willing to give—ow…worth it.”
I chuckle to myself, knowing Grinder likely just got slapped upside the head as I take my next shot and resist his offer.
“Where did you learn to look after yourself like that?” The non-judgey tone from Sledge is very welcomed. I generally expect the worst from people—saves for disappointment later—but I think I’ve hit the jackpot of all big brothers.
“Quinn’s gym. It was about ten minutes down the road from Mum’s.” I’ve cornered myself with the balls so all I can do is try to get the white in an awkward position for Sledge’s turn.
“I remember that place. The Butcher runs it all now, doesn’t he?”
Standing upright, satisfied with my near-miss on the table, I switch places with Sledge.
“Yeah, but he spends about a third of his time in the U.S. these days. His wife is the sister of the New York mafia kingpin.” I chance a look at Grinder, almost regretting it instantly because I can’t seem to control whatever is going on in my underwear. Top and bottom; nipples, clit…it’s all on fire right now as I try to have a sensible conversation with my brother.
“Small fuckin’ world. We worked with him, Marco Mancini, and his Reapers about a year or so ago.” Sledge takes his shot at his first ball, and I’m unsurprised that it goes straight in.