Page 70 of Outcast
“Not really,” Axel said, unfazed, which only made Bailey sputter with indignation.
I led Emory toward the hall bathroom, ignoring my brothers’ bickering. As soon as we stepped inside, I pushed him against the door and kissed him long and hard again.
“Gray—” he started.
I dropped to my knees and undid his jeans.
“Oh god,” he murmured as I drew out his cock and fell on it like a starving man.
Now was not the time to be doing this, but my self-restraint broke the second Axel eyed up Emory like a guy he could take for a test drive. Emory was doing this withme, nobody else. I was the one helping him navigate his bisexuality.
Still, I had to make this quick. I pulled out all my tricks, taking him deep into my throat, working him hard and fast with tight suction. Emory gripped my hair, giving in to the urge to yank me down on his dick, to make me take him deeper. I relaxed my throat and took the face fucking until his thighs tensed.
I raised my hand to cover his mouth, and he sucked two of my fingers in, eyes slipping closed with bliss as he came down my throat with a muffled whimper. Damn, it was sexy. I was hard as hell in my jeans, but there was no time to do anything about it.
I rose to my feet and washed my hands, then cupped them to slurp some water to rinse away the taste of his cum. Emory tucked himself away and joined me in front of the sink to wash up too. “What was that about?”
“You’re just too sexy, golden boy.” I winked. “I’ll see you out there.”
I slipped out before he could question my motives further. Emory didn’t need to know that I was a possessive, jealous idiot.
The farmhouse had a large kitchen that contained a rectangular table large enough to seat six. I took a seat across from Axel and Bailey and to the left of Holden, who sat at the head of the table.
Axel eyed me with a smirk. “Did you give him a tour of the pipes?”
“His pipes, maybe,” Bailey muttered.
“Shut up. I don’t want you to embarrass Emory when he gets back.”
“At least one of you has some shame,” Axel said with a grin. “’Cause it sure isn’t you.”
“Like you have any?” Holden said. “Remember that time I had to bail your ass out for fighting with a woman’s husband?”
“In my defense, he threw the first punch. It wasn’t my fault his wife was flirting with me.”
“Oh, I’m sure itwasyour fault,” Bailey said with a snicker. “You’re always on the prowl, and everyone knows it.”
I leaned in, eyes on my brother. “Just keep your prowling away from Emory.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Feeling threatened?” A cocky smile overtook his face. “Isthatwhy you?—”
“Enough,” Holden said. “Emory is all that stands between us and foreclosure, so let’s be fucking grown-ups tonight, all right?”
“Killjoy,” Axel muttered.
Emory emerged from the hallway and pulled the chair out beside me. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “We were just talking shop.”
“These enchiladas look great,” Emory said with a smile. “Thanks for dinner. I really appreciate it.”
Holden picked up the casserole dish and served himself two enchiladas. He passed it along to me. One by one, we served ourselves, then passed around the bowl of Spanish rice as well.
“So, you got the tour,” I said. “What do you think? Does the house value cover us?”
Emory chewed and swallowed. “Mm, yeah. Based on the county assessment and what I saw tonight, I’d say we should have no problem there. The house is solid and well maintained. The next step will be evaluating the debt-to-income ratio.”
“So like, money in and money out?” Bailey asked.
