Page 58 of Bad Boy Next Door
“Oh, that’s no problem,” he said. “Happy to do the bidding of Nick’s Dungeon Mistress. I wouldn’t want him to get any extra lashes on my account. We Downeys have each other’s backs. Always.”
Nick and Dillon shared a look.
“All for one and one for all?” I asked.
“Got that right.”
“Car.” I touched Dillon’s shoulder as we reached the curb, then checked both directions. “All clear.”
“You’re older than Nick, right?” I asked Dillon, wanting to fill the silence.
“Yup. Three years.”
“The next oldest?”
“That’d be Shane. Mac and I are next. We’re twins. And Keagan’s the old man.”
“Identical twins?”
“Ha!” Nick said. “Wait until you meet Mac, then ask that again.”
I looked over my shoulder toward Nick. “Who was with you by the pool?”
“Youwerewatching.” He grinned, his whole face lighting up.
“I wasn’t watching, I just…”
His knowing expression let me know he wasn’t fooled. “That was Mac and Shane.”
I nodded. So at this point, I’d at least seen all the Downey brothers except Keagan. The one Angel suggested was “the best,” while warning me to stay away from Nick.
“Speaking of Shane,” Dillon said. “You’re in, right?”
“Nope,” Nick answered.
“He’s not going to take no for an answer.” Dillon checked over his shoulder to make sure his path was clear.
“Who gives a shit.”
“What this about?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Nick said. “Some harebrained scheme my brother Shane cooked up.”
His evasion seemed suspicious, especially combined with Dillon not telling me what he did for a living. I worried my lower lip. Was my spidey-sense wrong?WereNick’s brothers into illegal shit? Nick, too?
I shook my head. What did it matter? It wasn’t like I was going to get involved with Nick beyond the sex. It’s not like I planned to start a relationship. That ship had already sailed its short single voyage and wasn’t going to leave shore again.
Not with Nick. Nothing worse than a liar.
As we started up the final steep hill toward Shady Oaks, I thought through my plans. I wasn’t ever shy about getting what I wanted in bed, but I’d never been fully in charge of sex before. And I needed to cook up something good to pay him back.
Hmmm… Maybe we should stay tonight after the club closed. Maybe I’d makehimstrip forme? Was that enough? Not really.
Surely I could find some props in the dancers’ dressing room to inspire a plan. Whatever happened, tonight was going to be fun.
