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“Mhm.”

“Feel good?”

“Mhm.”

“Good. Eat.”

He picks up his fork and makes a show of taking a big bite. I chuckle.

We sit in comfortable silence while we eat. It’s nice. Familiar. Kind of feels like before, when we’d stay up all night fucking and sneak downstairs to have breakfast together before everyone else woke up.

Just as we’re finishing up, Carter walks into the kitchen, his hair mussed from sleep, yawning as he scratches his abs. Whenhe sees us sitting together, he scrunches his nose. “You two look…freshly fucked.” He grins at me. “Aw. And you made him breakfast. How cute.”

“Shut up, Carter.”

He doesn’t shut up. “How’s your ass, sunshine?”

I fling a piece of toast at him. “Don’t call him that.”

He catches it, lifts it to his mouth, and crudely licks the butter off.

Adam looks at him in disgust. “Are you ever not a dickhead?”

Carter tilts his head as if he’s thinking about it. “Only when I’m being fuckedreallyhard. I can be a good boy then.”

Adam cringes. “Jesus.”

Carter grabs a plate, places the toast on it, and helps himself to some eggs, sitting opposite us. He looks up as Axel walks into the room, his eyes roaming over his body. He’s wearing black sweats and a T-shirt, but with the way Carter’s looking at him, you’d think he was wearing a corset. He’s practically drooling.

“Your big brother could make me a good boy,” Carter says to Adam, loud enough for Axel to hear him.

Axel ignores him. He looks at us and scrunches his nose, doing a double take at the state of Adam’s chest and back. “Really? Put a fucking top on.”

Adam turns to me expectantly. I pull the shirt off my back and give it to him. He puts it on. Exasperated, Axel runs his hands over his face. He’s so done with us.

Adam smiles at me while he’s not looking, and I smile back.

“Gag,” Carter says.

After Adam and I clean up the mess we made, I take his forearm, pressing my chest to his back as I lead him out of the kitchen.

“Where are you two going?” Axel asks.

“Well, first your little brother’s gonna get on his knees for me, and then we’re gonna go to sleep. That okay with you?”

He glares. I blow him a kiss and take Adam upstairs.

CHAPTER 30

EASTON

Easton

It’s my twenty-first birthday tomorrow. Any chance you’re gonna show up with a cupcake for me?

Guess not.

Later, we’re at The Hideaway again. Adam’s working behind the bar, and I’m sitting on one of the leather couches in the corner, watching him from afar. His turn on the podium ended about a half hour ago. Mick, the owner, took one look at his chest and shook his head, not saying a word. Megan laughed as if she thought it was the greatest thing ever. She told him he’d get tips coming out of his ass tonight, and she was right. People have been lining up at Adam’s section of the bar just to get another look at him.

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