Page 72 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

“Both. He can be sensual and all about my pleasure, and he can be so hot for it he bends me over the nearest piece of furniture.”

“Damn,” Melissa whispers. “I wish Billy would be more like that. He hardly touches me.”

“All that pent up frustration? That’s gonna be hot when he finally lets it go and takes what he wants,” I assure her.

They continue to drill me with questions about sex through lunch and into shopping.

“All right, enough. I think you guys have to pay me for the sex ed course I just provided.” I giggle.

“Oh my God, Brandy. You need to try this on.” Melissa holds up a lace black jumpsuit. “It would look so hot on you. It’d be perfect to wear to the fight.”

My eyes travel from the hanger to Melissa. “What fight?”

Melissa and Harley Jean glance at each other. They look like they just let it slip there’s no Santa Claus.

“I thought you knew,” Melissa starts. “Marcus is cage fighting with your ex.”

“He’s what?” I practically shriek.

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger.” Melissa holds her hands up.

“Well, now you know,” Harley Jean shrugs. “Let’s see you in this sexy getup, because you’ll need an outfit. I think since the guys are literally fighting over you, it’s only fair to show off what they’re fighting for.” Harley Jean herds me toward the dressing rooms. She’s clearly the pragmatic one in the group. “You can always let Marcus have it when he gets home. No use stewing over it now.”

“Fine.” I practically yank the hanger from Melissa’s hand. “Sorry.”

I can’t believe Marcus didn’t tell me. He and Holt are going to beat each other to a pulp over me. I shake my head. Men are definitely a different breed, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little turned on. I change out of my outfit and into the jumpsuit.

“Come out and show us,” Melissa yells from the other side of the dressing room door.

“Yeah, or we’re coming in,” Harley adds.

“Okay, okay.” I swing the door open, and their jaws drop.

Melissa and Harley high-five each other.

“Well, that was easy. Found your look. Now to complete the look, we just need to find you a leather jacket.” Harley folds her arms.

“Are you sure?” I turn to look in the mirror. The top is all lace with cap sleeves and a wide plunging V-neck that shows the complete sides of my breasts. A high waist starts the solid black fabric that flares out to wide leg pants. I have to agree a leather jacket completes this sex-kitten, biker-babe look.

“We’re sure,” they both say at the same time.

I meet their eyes in the mirror, then study the look, cocking my head. “It seems a little over the top.”

Harley grins and nods. “Exactly. That’ll definitely give Marcus a prize to win.”

I roll my eyes. “He doesn’t win me.”

Melissa arcs a brow. “You sure about that? I’d kill to have Billy fight for me.”

Harley slings her arm around Melissa’s neck. “Then let’s find you an outfit to drive him crazy.”

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By sunset, I lay on the couch reading a book, a glass of wine only an arm’s reach away.

I had so much fun with the girls, but I’m exhausted. We ran around all day and when I got home, I realized I still had to go grocery shopping. I threw some salmon, potatoes, sweet onion, and butter in a pan and shoved it in the oven. It’s always been a quick and easy meal I could make in a bind.

I’m hoping my dad will stay for dinner, and I can hear all about this bro date. But I also want to corner Marcus and ask why the hell he didn’t tell me he was cage fighting Holt this weekend.

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