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“You get his surname right but not his first name?” Ollie snorts.
Lori ignores him. “You and your magic dick have hypnotized my friend.”
My boyfriend giggles, and that happy sound makes me smile. He does lovebeauty.
Not happy in the least, Lori tries to shove me, but it’s like a fly attempting to move a bull. I don’t budge and almost wheeze a laugh, when I see his red face. His sour expression suddenly turns into an evil smile—which always precedes chaos.
“Whatever it was you two were doing this morning in the back of Rague’s pickup in the warehouse parking lot, sounded…exquisite.”
We were…celebrating. The library café is done—it just needs to be furnished. Next week, we’ll start working on the two floors above it.
“I wouldn’t have let my boyfriend dick me if I knew my perverted friend was spying from the bushes.”
“Spying from the bushes? I bought a pair of binoculars since the stalker adventure; I watched you two blokes from the comfort of my car.”
My exasperated grunt is covered by the ding of the elevator as we arrive on the top floor and directly into the penthouse.
“He’s joking,” Ollie assures me. I fucking hope so.
Getting inside where the others are doesn’t shut Lori up, though.
“I would be a terrible friend if I didn’t encourage you to keep having as much King Kong sex as you can in very public places,” he whisper-yells. “Seriously, Ollie you sound like an ambulance siren—ouch!”
Ollie’s fingers dig into his friend’s forearm, the skin whitening under the pressure. “Shut up!”
Rami and Gabe are on the long sofa in the spacious living room, Michael and Sari are preparing drinks in the kitchen, and all their eyes turn to us.
“Okay, you brute!” Lori rubs his arm, taking a few steps away from Ollie. “Just let me know when you and KKJ do the nasty again. Consider it a service to help the needy.” He points to himself.
“Needy? Like you don’t see action as well.” Ollie snorts. “How about Luke?”
Lori seems very focused on removing a nonexistent piece of lint from his red sweater.
Ollie keeps going, “The guy you told Sully about, but not me, remember him? And don’t roll your eyes at me, Daria! Later, I want all the details.”
I sit on the sofa, and Ollie plops down next to me, slinging both legs over mine as I grab his ass and press him into my side.
“Details about what?” Lori asks too innocently.
“I swear to God, I will throttle you. You will tell me about your hot encounter with the barista later or find a new best friend,” Ollie threatens.
“Why later? Spill it now! I’d love a piece of barista as well.” Rami stares at Lori with an eager smile.
“Red Beard, you’re such a slut, that’s why I love you.” Lori sends a kiss Rami’s way and parks his ass on the armchair. “The barista was nothing. Just a fuck-foe.”
“A what?” I dare ask.
“A loathe shag.” He sighs at my confused expression. “When you fuck someone you don’t like. It’s rough and explosive. But that’s it.”
“Been there, got the t-shirt,” Michael declares, setting a tray full of flutes on the coffee table. Are we celebrating something else today?
“Really?” Raph appears behind him, grabbing his nape. “And who’s name is on that fucking t-shirt?”
Michael looks at him with a smirk, and then whispers something into my brother’s ear that makes his lips twitch.
“I always fuck Ollie like that—rough and explosive—but I sure as fuck don’t loathe him.” I turn to look at my boyfriend, and he gives me a peck on the lips and a look full of love.
“Stop that!” Rami tells us.
