Page 17 of Jet

Nicky looks at the floor and smiles. Fucking hell, that does something to me. I want him to have all the father-son moments with Kenny if it makes him smile like that.

Kenny opens the door, and Nicky walks in first. “Gargoyles,” he shouts. “This is my boy, Nicky.”

The room fills with cheers, and pretty soon Nicky and Kenny are surrounded by a bunch of Gargoyles and family happily welcoming Nicky into the fold.

“Hey, Toni,” I say after heading to the bar. “Can I get two beers and a cherry soda, please?”

“Sure thing, cutie.” Once she’s got them and sets them on the counter, she leans over in the flirty way she uses to get tips from the straights and newbs.

“Why do you insist on showing me your cleavage?” I ask her, taking a sip of my beer. This is a conversation we’ve had often. I know her answer better than I know my age.

“Because I have nice tits,” she tells me like I’m dumb. She looks over at the thinning crowd surrounding Kenny and Nicky. “The real question is, why does your new brother look like he swallowed a wasp?”

I look over at Nicky, and Toni’s assessment is spot on. His jaw is clenched so tightly I wouldn’t be surprised if he cracks a tooth.

He says something to Kenny and then makes his way over just as Echo, Jet, Rex, and Fizz do.

“I guess I have some introductions to do,” I tell him, passing him a beer. “This is Nicky, aka Nipples, aka my future husband. If anyone attempts to flirt with him, ask him out, or just generally steal him from me, I will flood your bedroom with glitter and sand.”

Everyone except Nicky looks shocked. I don’t know why. They all know I’ve been obsessing over Nipples since I met him.

“Dimples,” Nicky huffs out like a curse.

“Wait a fucking second,” Fizz says, coming out of his shock. “Dimples? He has a pet name for you?”

“Yeah, he loves my smile. Don’t you, baby?”

“So, this is you accepting nothing is going to happen between us?” Nicky says, eyes dancing in amusement.

“Nothing is going to happen…for now,” I correct him. All other words disappear from my tongue as I watch him slowly take a long swig of his beer. His Adam’s apple bobs, and all I can think of is how he would like swallowing my cum.

“I think we’re all a little bit pregnant after watching that,” Jet says, looking between Nicky and me.

“Oh, that reminds me, Echo. I read a super hot MPreg book by Roe Horvat. So fucking sexy, I had to jack off a few times while reading it.” Fizz says.

“I didn’t know you read books. I thought you came up with new ways to torture people in your spare time,” Jet smirks.

“Are you suggesting I can’t multi-task? Because I will slice into your balls as I read all about omega heats, and I won’t even break a sweat.”

“I fear you.”

“I am a sweetheart.”

“Nicky,” Kenny shouts, coming over with Mac. “I see Booker has introduced you to some of the guys. These are good men. Rex works in the Tattoo shop with Booker, Echo is in college, Jet is a nurse with Stella, and Fizz-”

“My job is classified until I get to know you better,” Fizz says with a strained smile, eyeing Nicky. “Unless you want to come up to my room? I could show you what I do.”

I stand up abruptly, all eyes turning to me.

“Toni, where is Nicky’s room? I want to help him get settled in.”

“I put him in the spare room next to you.”

Fuck yes. I forgot Kenny said he was going to arrange that. I want him as close to me as possible. It will be torture, but worth it when he finally accepts us. “Thanks, sweetheart,” I say as she hands me his room key. I lean over and kiss her on the cheek. I look at Nicky, who is staring daggers at me.

What did I do?

“Let me show you where your room is,” I say, grabbing his arm and not giving him a chance to disagree. I pull him over to the stairs, ignoring the elevator. I can not wait for those ancient death traps. I need to get Nicky behind closed doors now.

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