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“I use he/him,” I say with a smile. My parents never acknowledged my sexuality. My coming out was met with an eye roll.

Kenny is my dad.

I get a do-over.

“I’m gay,” I blurt out. He leans forward and grabs my hand, looking at me seriously.

“Thank you for telling me that, Nicky. I’m proud of you.”

This time I don’t hold back the tear that escapes my eye.

“I needed that,” I say honestly. His face clouds for a moment before it’s gone, and he lets go of my hand with a pet.

“You’re in great company. I’m bi, Booker is gay, Reed is pan, Stella prefers not to label herself. My club is full of queer people as well.”

“I can’t wait to meet them all.” I really can’t. I have brothers. Max is going to love it as soon as I reassure him he’s my favorite.

“Come stay with us,” Kenny says, eyes wide with hope. “We have the clubhouse where a bunch of the single guys live if you don't want to stay in our guest bedroom. It used to be a hotel, so all the rooms have bathrooms. We have a fuck ton of rooms, and even a few are soundproof, so if you need quiet for your web designing. Or I could rent you an apartment. There’s-”

“Kenny, I’ll come stay,” I cut him off. “You don’t need to sell it to me. I want to get to know you more and meet your family.”

“It’s our family.”

“Our family,” I repeat. “I have to go to Portland for a few days, but after that, I’m free to work from wherever. I can be back Monday?”

“That’s great, fucking perfect.”

I didn’t expect any of this. I tried my best not to get my hopes up, imagining what this meeting would be like. I think even if I had given in to them, Kenny still would have surpassed them.

Today has gone perfectly. My only regret is not waking up dimples for one last shared orgasm.

Chapter six

Booker

Islam the door to the clubhouse open, taking all my anger out on that fucker. Stupid doors and stupid men who walk through them without waking you up.

I look over at the bar that looks so different from the one I saw my hottie at yesterday.

I stomp over to Echo, Rex, and Jet, flopping down in a sulk. I know I’m being ridiculous, but I can’t help it.

“Men suck,” I bark out. “Who has the best fucking night of their lives and then sneaks out the next morning? Seriously, who does that?”

They all just look at me blankly.

“Whatever. We are going to hire a tech guy, and then he’ll find Nipples, and I’ll fuck him so hard he’ll be too tired to leave me.” That’s actually a really solid idea. We’ve been after a new tech guy for ages after Harry retired down to Florida. Finding my man can be his first job.

“You want to find a tech guy to fuck?”

“Who is Nipples?

“You found a guy you want to keep?”

I roll my eyes. “I don’t want to fuck the tech guy. Nipples is the guy I slept with last night, and yeah, I want to keep him.”

What is with all the blank faces? These guys are usually smart fuckers.

“Booker, it kinda sounds like he doesn’t feel the same way,” Echo says with the air of someone trying to placate a toddler. My eyes narrow.

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