Page 30 of Bad Boy Next Door
“This is hilarious,” Mac said, laughing with Keagan. “What else did Nicola do for this girl? I mean, the apartment’s notthatgreat.”
“There’s other stuff.” I grabbed a dill pickle and chomped a huge bite.
“Like what?” Mac asked. “I wanna know what it takes to make a girl grateful.”
I started laughing with my brothers. Just thinking of Jade made me grin. “Based on the bits and pieces, her dad brokered a deal for Jade and her sister.”
“Dibs on the sister!” Mac tipped this beer bottle toward me. “I want a sex slave, too.”
“I fucking told you. She’s not—” I realized Cormac was joking.
Dillon turned off his video game and headed for the food. “Can you make your sex slave do stuff for us, too?”
“Shut up.” I tried to focus on the food and ignore my immature older brothers.
“Careful with the sex slave talk,” Mac said. “Nicky prefers the term sexservant. It’s more PC.”
“Potato, potawto,” Dillon turned to me, eyebrows raised. “But seriously. Can you get your sexservantto suck my cock?”
“Suck your own cock, asshole.”
“Now, don’t be greedy, Nick,” Keagan said. “Don’t we Downey brothers always share? Where’s your loyalty? Seems to me, the least you could do isaskher—”
“Fuck off,” I said. “All of you.”
“Okay, chill.” Keagan held up a hand in surrender. “Keep her all to yourself then, but please tell me you’re at least taking advantage of the situation.” Keagan’s dimples deepened. “I mean, the chick thinks she has to keep you happy. She’s a little on the tough-girl side for me, too many muscles, too much snarly attitude, but the way you were eyeing her last night… Tell me you at least fucked her.”
I kept my gaze down, willing my cheeks not to heat.
“Just blow jobs then?” Keagan and Mac chuckled.
My dick twitched, and I stuffed the final bites of my sandwich into my mouth, so much I could barely chew.
“Come on, Brute Squad,” Keagan said. “Don’t be a pussy.”
Shane walked through the door, slamming it behind him. “Nicky was born a pussy.” He bounded over, caught me off guard with my head down, and put me into a chokehold. The others laughed.
I was transported to childhood—for about a second—until I remembered that the days of my brothers picking on the smallest Downey had passed years ago. By age fifteen I’d outgrown every one of them, in height and muscle, and since then it’d been easy to turn the tables on my four older brothers. At least when I was facing one at a time. If Shane hadn’t caught me off guard, he wouldn’t have gotten the jump on me.
Straightening, I pulled his arm off my neck and twisted it behind his back.
“Ow!” he yelled. “Shit, Brute Squad. You’re breaking my fucking arm.”
I let him go.
He rubbed his shoulder. “Can’t you take a joke?”
“I’m a pussy. Great joke. I’m laughing my ass off.” I moved toward him, chest out, chin up. Of all my brothers, Shane was the only one who could instantly piss me off, even though he’d been my best friend when we were kids and he was also the one I owed the most to.
I owed them all, but Shane the most. But that didn’t stop me from wanting to pound his face at the moment.
I turned to my brothers. “Anyone else think Shane is funny?”
Mac the peacemaker stepped in between us. “Shane thinking he could put Brute Squad in a choke hold was hilarious.” He grinned at Shane. “Feeling nostalgic, are you? Or maybe suicidal?”
“We all good here?” Keagan asked. “’Cause if you girls are gonna have a catfight, at least let me clear the furniture out of the way. Maybe crack open another beer.”
“And popcorn!” Mac added, a grin on his face. “Can’t have a show without popcorn.”
