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That’s the fucking understatement of the century.
“I’m not asking you to divulge any more of his secrets, but this is my nephew, so please take care of him if I can’t be there to help. He’s been through so much, Ryder. He needs people behind him.”
“I know,” I repeat solemnly, crossing my arms and rubbing my biceps like I’m cold. I’m feeling mildly uncomfortable even though I know we all justcare. So much. We just want him to be happy. And healthy.
“I’ll bring it. And I’ll find the right time to ask him about the trip. It should come from me.”
“We can help him together. As a family,” Dad adds.
“As a family,” Joel repeats.
Sofie walks by the movie room, stopping and popping her head in. “Family?”
“Yes, darling. We were just saying how we’re all a family, Fallon included.”
“Aww, Joel! You’re so corny. But that’s okay. You’re still my favorite possible future stepfather!”
“Get in here, you little brat!” Joel hollers back, and Sofie giggles, skipping over and jumping right on top of the three of us, causing us to grunt, even though she barely weighs a hundred pounds.
“You’re crushing my bones, cariño,” Dad teases, making Sofie laugh harder, and I grab her bare feet, ready to make her submit.
“Ry! Please don’t tickle me! Please! You can have all the corner pieces of Georgie’s casseroles for a month! A whole month, Ry! Just please don’t!”
I would have stopped because of the begging, but I’ll take control of the crispy corner pieces, too. Sofie and I have fought over them our whole lives.
“Deal.” I release her foot, and she rolls off us, plopping onto the floor with a thud.
“I thought you just said we were a family! This is treachery!”
I snort, heaving myself off the overstuffed couch and stepping over my overly-dramatic sister. I’m ready to go relax with someone more chill. These people run on full energy from start to finish.
I need mellow.
I need Fallon.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
RYDER
“You nervous?” I ask as Fallon leans over the sink and lines his eyes in black.
“Maybe a little, but not really. I’ve played these songs so many times. It’s more about the vocals. Putting myself out there and being vulnerable publicly.”
“Well, I’ll be there, so you won’t be alone. Jamie, Sofie, and Cole too. I also think Gracie, Alexis, and Taylor are performing. If not, they’ll at least be there. We’ve all got your back. So you’ve got support, okay?”
I come up behind him as he continues to lean over the bathroom counter to finish his eyeliner. When the pencil is safely away from his eyeball, I grab his hips and grind my semi against him. Seeing his ass bent over in those tight black jeans has blood instantly rushing to my dick.
He re-dyed his hair last night, so the black is extra dark, and the blue is extra bright. His jeans have holes everywhere, and his shirt is a skin-tight black mesh that shows off his tiny pink nipples. The multiple silver chains hanging from his pants add to the rockstar vibe, and holy fuck do I want front-row seats to everything Fallon Rivers. I want to kneel before him and worship at his altar.
He is a God. A future legend.
“Fuck, you look good tonight, Blue. Can I blow you before we leave? I’ll be quick,” I beg, whispering into his ear. And it’s not unusual at all lately. Me begging to suck him off. I can’t get enough of his sweet cock in my mouth.
Fallon spins around, chewing on his lip ring, and nods.
I drop to my knees and slowly unbutton his jeans, peeking up at him from under my lashes. His eyes are hooded and as mysterious as the deepest, darkest trenches of the ocean.
I pull him out of his boxer briefs, leaving his pants around his thighs, and shove his soft dick into my mouth. I love to feel him grow bigger and harder inside my mouth. I squeeze his balls gently and slip my fingers further down, caressing and massaging his taint.
