Page 186 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

A sea of naked torsos fill the room—minus Boston, who looks like he is ready to shoot a damn streetwear spread for Culture Kings; Brennan, who wears a modest plain white T-shirt with his shorts; and Kai, who looks like he rolled in the dirty laundry pile and the clothes just stuck to his body.

“So do you. Always like bourbon and sex.”

I chuckle; I’m not sure how I smell like sex and alcohol, but if she likes it, I will take it.

“What do I smell like, Tenshi?” Creed asks, stepping up behind her back. Her legs are still wrapped around me, but she leans her head back, and he places a soft kiss to her lips.

“Like cedar and pine,” she whispers against his lips.

“No orgies in the kitchen, please,” Petra states as she walks in, grabbing a cloth to wipe down the benches.

“Who is offering orgies?” Kai asks, selecting an apple from the fruit bowl.

“No one,” Jolie says with a laugh, the kind that lights up her entire face.

“Okay, let’s go,” I say. Jolie slides down my body, and I grab her hand to pull her in and press one last kiss to her lips.

“Who are you, and what have you done with Chester?” she says with a laugh.

“I don’t know,” I say, linking our fingers as we walk out to my car. “That asshole was becoming a pain in the ass, so I figured everyone could use a break from him.”

Once the idiots all fight over what cars to take, we pull out of the driveway. I locked my doors after Jolie jumped into the passenger seat, claiming her for myself. It took them five minutes to sort it out, but now we are finally on the road, and I take the exit for the highway. Petra gave me directions and they seem simple enough. I’m not sure our cars are made for off-road,and I may have forgotten to mention it in the hope that Boston took his car, which he did. He is going to have a bitch fit when he realises he will get dirt and shit stuck underneath his car. It’s the small things that make me happy and annoying that son of a bitch is a good place to start.

“Why are you smiling like a weirdo?” Jolie asks me.

I didn’t realise I was. Should I lie and tell her it’s because I’m looking forward to spending the day together as one big family? No, she will see right through that. I only invited the others because it will make her happy to see me trying to be nice to them. Even though it pains me to my core to share her, at least this way I can keep track of all their hands and dicks out in public.

If I want to try to be a good dad, it starts now, making sure they are safe and growing, not being poked in the head by someone’s cock. I know logically that isn’t possible, but the vivid dreams are telling me otherwise. And dreaming about another man’s cock is a damn nightmare.

“Because Boston’s car is about to get dirty,” I chuckle with an evil smirk, pulling off the highway and onto a dirt road. The rest of the trip is all dirt, and after the rain we had yesterday, said dirt is mud.

Jolie laughs, her head falling back against the seat. “You’re so mean. He is only going to get even with you.”

“He can try,” I quip. “But I’m older, stronger, and smarter.”

She quirks a brow at me.

“Maybe not smarter, but my dick is bigger,” I amend.

She snorts at my comment, but we both know that my motherfucking dick is bigger than his. I will pull this car over and show her just how much bigger if she— Wait... why is she still laughing? Looking over at her, I see she is in stitches of laughter.

“Chester, I’m just teasing. You’re my big, strong, sexy, huge-penis-wielding protector man.”

Her words make me smile like the damn Cheshire cat—that’s right, baby, I’m the big protector. Glancing in the rear-vision mirror, I smile at the scowl on Boston’s face. Kai is in the passenger seat next to him, and I can see him laughing. Boston’s mouth moves, and I can imagine him threatening to pull over and let Kai out and make him walk the rest of the way.

Jolie turns in her seat and looks out the back window, and she waves at them. Kai gets excited like a damn puppy and waves back at her. Boston does the whole two-finger polite wave that you do when a driver lets you in, not the kind that you give your girlfriend. Asshole. I might have to accidentally hold him under the water for a few minutes and see if he can still hold his breath.

“I can see your cogs ticking over. Stop plotting against him and just be nice.”

I turn and frown at her. “I’m always nice.”

“To me, maybe.”

“And that’s all that counts, Little Angel.”

Spinning my wheels causes to mud flick up onto Boston’s windscreen, and I cackle to myself—that will teach him for being rude and not waving to our girl.

The dirt road ends, and I pull up in front of the large wooden logs blocking the rest of the way. The others pull up beside me as both Jolie and I jump out at the same time.

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