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“Michael, you are part of this family.” Meg’s solemn statement turns everybody still. Me included. “If any of the kids give you a hard time, just let me know.”
“Thank you.” My voice sounds raspy. Her words hit me hard. Did she really mean them? “But I won’t. I prefer to get rid of unwanted problems by myself,” I finish, raising a challenging eyebrow at certain people around the table. Again, I won’t back away and shrink. I know I’m surrounded by wolves. I can feel their dominance coming out in waves, just like Raph’s commanding energy. But it strangely doesn’t scare me… much.
Rami whistles, while Rague gives me a feral smile. Sari nods; next to him, Uri crosses his arms, making my eyes roll. Gabe keeps staring at me, still as a statue. Four out of six is not bad. I avoid Raph’s eyes, turning toward Ferdinand to thank him as he takes away the dirty plates.
The conversation moves to Rague’s latest demolition and construction project in a run-down neighborhood. But I’m only half-listening, still confused by everything that has happened today. Then the cakes arrives, and nothing else matters.
“Chocolate velvet cake, pear and cream and dulcis in fundo, pecan-lime pie.” Meg smiles brightly.
Everybody takes a slice, even Gabe. But not Rami. Maybe he doesn’t like sweets. I, of course, get all three of them, moaning around every bite.
“Pecan-lime wins again, guys,” Uri sighs.
“Agreed,” Sari says.
“Chocolate velvet,” Rague mumbles around a huge forkful of brown and red cake.
“Pear,” Raph chips in, surprising me. Guess cakes must be a family thing.
“I’m out. See you later, bros.” Rami suddenly stands up and leaves the room with a wave. Meg watches him with a heavy gaze.
“Pear and cream,” Gabe says.
“Michael?” Meg asks me.
“Hmm.” Everybody is looking at me again; it’s so damn intimidating. “Pear.”
“Of course he said pear. He had to agree with his boyfriend,” Uri whines.
“I’d never do that. Desserts are sacred to me. The pecan-lime is amazing, but I love pears. And this is the queen of all the pear pies I’ve ever eaten.” I sniff haughty at him.
A heated conversation about which is actually the queen of pies starts at the table, but Raph’s soft words distract me from it.
“I fucking want you,” he growls.
The low rumbling of his voice near my ear sends a firing arrow straight to my dick and balls.
“Now,” he whispers, moving his thumb up and down my neck.
“I’m… Are you crazy?” I’m still trying to put some order among my thoughts and emotions. And we are surrounded by his family, for crying out loud.
“You know that superior tone turns my cock into granite.”
I turn to look at him, trying to catch my breath. His dirty, bold talk always makes me lose my mind. “Oh my god, you have to stop looking at me like that.” I sound too damn breathless.
“Like what, babe?” he asks, quirking the corner of his lips up in a hungry grin.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re… eating me with your eyes,” I accuse him. His hand is suddenly on my thigh, trailing quickly upward until it strokes lightly against the bump inside my jeans.
“I can’t. Because I’m imagining how your tight, wet hole is going to feel slowly loosening around my cock with each deep, hard pump I give it.”
Holy shit! My… boyfriend just set me on fucking fire. I’m burning from within, and my ass is clenching and unclenching, eager to be filled. I’m about to cave, when I remember where I am and jump up, almost tipping the chair over.
“What’s wrong?” Meg seems worried. Damn it.
“Just need the toilet.” I smile nervously, hurriedly rounding the chair and discreetly trying to cover my hard-on with the high back.
Ferdinand comes to my aid. “Please, let me show you.” I follow him quickly without a backward glance.
