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“We are. We accepted this the moment Booker planted one on you in my living room. We didn’t say anything because we didn’t think we should get involved.”

“Thanks.” I take a deep breath. “Dad.”

Tears immediately well in Kenny’s eyes. “Fuck, you don’t know what that means to me.”

“I think I can guess.

“Okay, now the mushy stuff is done. Can we please start using the term ‘brotherfucker’?” Fizz says, practically vibrating with glee.

Booker’s face lights up. “You’re a B.I.L.F.”

“No. You are absolutely not calling me that.”

“But-”

“Booker, if you ever want to stick your dick in me ever again, you will never call me that.” He pouts at me like I just told him his birthday is canceled. Little shit. I lean forward and plant a quick kiss on those luscious lips.

“Right, well, I guess we better get used to that,” Kenny says.

Chapter sixteen

Booker

“Adate?” Nicky says, sliding his hands around my neck and pressing his whole body to mine.

In front of everyone.

I’m so fucking happy I could cry. Is there a nerve only some people have, going from your heart to your tear ducts? Is that why big emotions always make me want to cry?

Nicky claiming me in front of everyone nearly did me in, and now him being all tactile is pushing me over the edge. I know he said he wanted to keep me, but words and actions are two different beasts.

“The best date you’ve ever been on.” I’m not going to let any other brotherfuckers get one over me.

And I have the perfect plan.

“I need to pick up supplies.” I run my hands over his ass. “Meet me in my room tonight at six.”

He leans in and whispers in my ear. “What kind of supplies are you thinking? You have a six-pack of lube under your bed. Think we’re going to use it all? Think you’re going to take my ass overand over tonight. I think at that point, you can use your own cum as lube.”

I dig my fingers into his cheeks and subtly grind my erection into his. “I’m going to take you upstairs, give your tight hole the pounding you are desperate for, and then I’m going to go get date supplies.”

He whimpers quietly. Before I have the chance to follow through, he’s wrenched from my arms.

Toni is stronger than she looks.

“You both look two seconds away from running off and having your wicked way with each other.” She looks at us like we’re supposed to deny it. “Knew it. That isn’t going to happen. Seeing as we’re all wide awake, we’re going to have breakfast together. Nicky, you are on bacon with me. Booker, you’re on eggs.”

I don’t want to make stupid eggs. I want to go back to bed for a few hours,” I whine.

“Hours? Yeah, right,” she snorts. Before I have the chance to explain just how much stamina I have in the sack, she’s marching off taking Nicky with her.

“Deets now,” Rex says, suddenly all in my face. Echo, Jet, and Fizz all leaning in, not wanting to miss the tea.

“Eight inches, cut, thick, neatly trimmed,” I tell them.

“I hope that’s your dick and not his, you skeeze.”

“No way am I telling you anything about his dick” Great, now I’m thinking about it. The length, the feel, the weight of it on my tongue. Maybe after breakfast I could give him a quick blow job and then run to the local mall for date stuff before my first client. It’s meant to hide a scar left behind from an abusive ex, so there is no way that I will cancel.

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