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“That’s what I want to know. Lola said for us to meet you guys here.”
“I have gifts,” I admit, walking toward the house.
“The first one is for everyone, but mostly for Nevaeh and me.” I lead them to the kitchen where I have the old blender set up ready and the slightly thawing package sitting beside it.
“What’s this?” Nevaeh asks, moving to the package as Hannibal laughs.
“Let’s just say Hannibal has a unique skill set when it comes to giving gifts, so I thought I’d share.”
Havoc nudges Nevaeh aside and unwraps the package before stepping back. “What the fuck?”
“Oh my god, is that a penis?” Nevaeh covers her mouth in shock.
“Oh, that’s not just any penis, Nevaeh, it’s Driller’s.”
Silence envelops the kitchen before Havoc starts laughing his ass off. Nevaeh joins him as I look up at Hannibal with a soft smile.
“He’d be rolling in his grave if he knew his dick was bringing us all together.”
Hannibal chuckles, shaking his head. “Are we gonna blend it, or what?”
“Hell, yes.”
“Fuck, I love you.”
I beam a huge smile at my man before I pick up the dead dick with two fingers and toss it in the blender and switch it on.
What happens next involves a small amount of running and screaming. The moral of the story? Make sure the lid is on the blender first.
Standing outside near the garage as Hannibal picks dick juice out of my hair, Havoc looks at me and frowns.
“A gift for me? I’m scared to ask after the last one.” He flicks a bit of dick from his chest, making Nevaeh gag.
“At least it didn’t go in your mouth,” she huffs, making me giggle all over again.
“I’ve already said I was sorry.”
“Sorry, doesn’t erase the taste, Lola.”
Hannibal’s chest is heaving as he tries and fails to hold back his laughter.
“Alright, focus people. I have a son who’ll want the boobie soon.”
“And a man who’ll want them too,” Hannibal murmurs, grabbing my hips.
“Behave.”
I turn to Havoc. “You ready?”
“No, absolutely not.”
“Oh good.” I pull the keys I gave to Al, who returned them tonight, from my pocket and hit the fob to open the garage door.
“Hey Havoc?” He turns to me as the door continues to open.
“Catch.” I throw the keys at Havoc, who snatches them out of the air.
He stares down at them for a minute before he lifts his head, and his eyes hit mine. “No.”
