Page 273 of For the Fans
“I can’t wait to see my boy.” Theo grins. “You’ve been hogging him for way too long.”
I gasp. “Excuse me… what Kyran and I do in the privacy of our own bedroom is our business.”
Frankie cackles while Theo shoots me a horrified look.
“What did you get Kyran for his birthday?” Micah asks, trotting over with Zeb, both of them double-fisting elaborate cocktails.
“I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess a riding crop with matching ball-gag.” Zeb smirks. “You know they like it freaky.”
“Oh, please,” Frankie scoffs. “Those two couldn’t handle it.” I frown at her, and she sneers, “But if you ever want me to give you a tutorial in proper orgasm denial, just say the word. I’m sure it’d be useful for your boy.”
“Okay, that’s too much information,” Theo grumbles, sipping his drink. “And how would you know, anyway?” He squints at Frankie.
“Let’s just say, I was meat in the sandwich of the two of them before Kyran realized he was a vegetarian.” She beams.
Chuckling, I roll my eyes. “Yes, bae, you got us together. Thank you so much, we’re all very grateful.” Turning to Micah and Zeb, I snatch a drink out of Zeb’s hand and sip it while he scowls. “But to answer your question, I did get Kyran something very special for his birthday, and I can’t wait to give it to him.”
“You know, just putting a bow on your dick doesn’t constitute agift, right?” Micah smirks, and I purse my lips at him.
“Oh my God, no!” Zeb gasps. “You got him a diamond ring, didn’t you?? You’re gonna propose!” He jumps and claps excitedly.
“I get it.” Bea nods. “I’d wanna lock that down if I were you.”
“I’m not going to propose,” I scoff. “We’re too young to get married.” My stomach starts twisting, and I feel suddenly twitchy at the thought. “Not that I even think Kyran would say yes…”
I’m chewing on my lip, staring into my glass while Frankie chirps, “Are you kidding?? Of course he would! That sweet little slice of pumpkin pie is obsessed with you, and you know it.”
My lips curl, but I force myself to smother it. “You think…?”
“Why, you’re not seriously thinking of proposing, are you??” Theo asks nervously. As if this somehow affects him.
“No,” I huff, and they all stare at me. “I’m not!”
“Good, because marriage is a total sham,” Theo grunts, then downs the rest of his drink.
My eyebrow cocks at him, but before I can pry into what his deal might be, the front door flings open and a loud voice booms.
“Who ordered the stripper?!” Guty hollers, and every face turns in his direction as he laughs and claps. “No need to fret, amigos. The party is officially here!”
The group of us are all chuckling, Theo rushing over to greet his friend while the rest of the guests murmur amongst themselves, most likely wondering where this exceptionally loud and eccentric presence came from.
“Hey, Backwardz.” Guty grins as he waltzes over, elbowing a grunt out of me. “Thanks for the invite. I haven’t been to Philly in years.”
“I’m glad you could make it,” I hum, rubbing my side.Ow… He might’ve cracked a rib.“Kyran is gonna freak when he sees you.”
“I miss my baby Nueve.” He pouts.
“He’s notyourbaby.” Zeb smirks at me before turning his flirty eyes on Guty.
Guty’s head cocks, and he narrows his gaze at Zeb.
“Well, grab yourself a cocktail and some food if you want,” I cut in, grabbing Guty by the arm and showing him where everything is. “Kyran should be on his way home any minute. And I think we’re just waiting for…”
The door opens and we look up to see Bridget grinning and waving as she enters the room. “Hiii!”
“It’s the Bridge!” I gasp, peeking at Micah, who shouts with me. “The Bridge!”
We’re both laughing hysterically.
