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“Nipples?”

Okay, we can play that off as something innocent.

Booker strides towards me, looking so fucking hot I want to lick his entire body. I bet even his armpits taste as great as his dick. He doesn’t pause when he reaches me. He cups my jaw and pulls me in for a toe-curling kiss, forcing his tongue past my lips and owning my mouth.

I do my best not to whimper, but I’m not sure how successful I am.

I’ve missed this. How have I missed this? It’s been four days, and it was only one night.

My hands find their way to his waist, and I feel the heat of his skin through his clothes. Just as I’m about to pull him closer and grind my dick into his, a throat clears, pulling me from this lust-filled haze and Dimples' lips.

Booker.

He’s Booker, not Dimples.

Fuck me. We just made out in front of our parents.

I drop my hands from his waist, and his leave my jaw, but don’t go far, resting on my shoulders.

“Did you call him Nipples?” Kenny asks, head swiveling between the two of us. Not sure that would be my first question if I just witnessed my son and stepson making out, but to each their own. “Nipples? As in the one-night stand guy you’re obsessed with and want to hunt down?”

“Yeah,” he says, looking ecstatic and wrapping his arm around me, pulling me into his side. “Your kid is fucking good. Does he want a job at the club? Where is he?” He presses a kiss to my temple.

“You are such a dipshit, Booker,” Reed snorts, not looking up from his phone.

He looks at Reed, adorably confused. “What?”

“My kid is currently in your arms,” Kenny says patiently to Booker. “Reed, don’t swear at your brother.”

Booker looks down at me. “You’re Kenny’s son?”

“I am.” Kenny’s comment about me being in Booker’s arms finally sinks in. I shrug out of Booker’s hold. “I think we need to talk.”

Booker crosses his arms with a scowl. “I don’t think I’m going to like what you have to say.”

“Please, Dim-uh Booker, can we go somewhere private?”

“Did you just call him dim?” Reed shouts, standing from the chair and looking at me furiously. “How fucking dare you, you arrogant prick!”

Resisting the urge to curl in on myself, I open my mouth to explain, but Booker gets there first.

“Dude, you’re being dramatic. He wasn’t calling me dim, he was going to call me Dimples. He thinks they’re cute.” He intervenes with a huge grin, showing them off.

They’re more than fucking cute, they are downright pornographic. I jerked myself off in the shower this morning, thinking about his dimples.

I look over at Kenny and the massive scowl on his face.

Well, this all went to shit faster than even I could have predicted.

“Come on, Nips,” Booker says, placing a hand on the small of my back. Let me show you the garden, and we’ll have a chat.” I just nod and let him guide me where he wants to go.

Once we clear the back door, he grabs my hand and pulls me all the way down to the back, where there are trees, and we can’t be seen. He pushes me up against a large oak and claims my mouth again while he grinds his hard dick against mine.

Every single thought leaves my brain.

Poof.

Booker invades all of my senses, owning me once more.

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