Page 52 of Blindsided

The look on Easton’s face was just as confused as I felt. Looking over at him, I whispered loudly enough that I knew everyone could hear me. “I thought you said we were having dinner, not a discussion about sex lives.”

Easton just shook his head and sighed in unmistakable resignation. “I thought we were.”

Brax smiled at Easton and me. “Dinner should be here in just a few minutes. The delivery app says the driver is in the neighborhood now.” As he said the words, the doorbell rang.

“Pizza!” Trevor’s excited squeal had me jumping slightly. I hadn’t heard anyone that excited for pizza since my sister’s eighth birthday party. Even then, it had been a gaggle of kids screaming and cheering at the arrival, not a man in his thirties.

Brax smirked at his boyfriend’s reaction. “I’ll get the door! And don’t run in the house. I don’t need an ER trip because you’ve slipped in socks!”

Easton desperately fought to contain a laugh. Trevor sighed loudly. “You’re so mean!” The pout in his voice was clear even from a different room and Easton lost the battle.

He was still chuckling as Brax walked back toward the room, the smell of the food in his hands giving him away before we could see him. It smelled heavenly and my stomach let out an audible rumble.

Easton let me go and pushed me toward the counter. “Go grab some food. I need your energy replenished before we get home.”

I hadn’t been hungry until the smell of pizza hit my nose but then I couldn’t avoid the hunger pangs—the food smelled too amazing. Brax set three pizzas and three different boxes of wings on the large island. “Spicy garlic, ginger teriyaki, and honey barbecue. Pineapple and ham, veggie, and meat lovers,” he said, pointing to each item as he listed them off.

Tory slid off the chair he’d been sitting on and raised his hand excitedly. “Meat lover here!”

Trevor threw a napkin at Tory’s head. “We all know how much you love your meat. Why do you think Daddy ordered it?”

Tory flipped Trevor off but was laughing as he did. Everybody around me was moving normally, but my hand had paused halfway to the pizza box, my brain stubbornly stuck on what Trevor had called Brax.

Easton grabbed a slice of the ham and pineapple pizza for me and slid it onto my plate. “Probably should have warned you.”

“That we were stepping into the music video for ‘Crazy Train’?”

He chuckled, then leaned in to speak quietly. “Well, most of this ride was unexpected, even to me. What I actually meant was I should have told you Brax is Trevor’s Daddy.”

“Important information to have ahead of time. Yes.”

His kiss to my temple was light, but what he whispered next was nothing short of threatening and my cock plumped up, present company be damned. “Watch the sass or I’m going to take you home and remind you how to be polite.”

I bit my lip to avoid moaning. When the urge to beg finally passed, I angled my head backward. “Promise?”

Easton’s hand made contact with the side of my ass. The swat was hard enough the sound echoed in the kitchen. It took me by such surprise, I gasped. The others in the room hadn’t missed the crack, so my gasp was just confirmation that I’d liked it. “Behave.”

I wanted to argue that he was the one who had spanked me in a kitchen full of other people, but my brain and mouth were only working together enough to know I shouldn’t push my luck. Then again, I was curious if he’d take me to his house and spank me in the middle of dinner. The idea was as hot and sexy as it was embarrassing and scary.

Trevor and Tory both paused their conversation and looked over at us with purely naughty expressions on their faces while Brax was suppressing laughter. Conflicting feelings bombarded me faster than I could keep up. The spank and their reactions were embarrassing and hot in equal measure. Even as I wanted to disappear into the floor, my cock was growing to fill my panties, leaving a noticeable bulge in my jeans.

If it hadn’t been clear before, I was absolutely positive now: this dinner was the craziest thing I’d ever been part of.

CHAPTER 23

EASTON

“Mr. Lafferty, this is Alice Johnson from DASH. It’s my pleasure to inform you that both your application and Mr. Lewis-Barrington’s have been approved. I have included a list of upcoming events as well as contact information for DASH, Zachary, and our lead moderator. If you have any questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me.”

I’d listened to the voice mail twice before I’d convinced myself I’d heard it right. The application had taken longer than I’d expected, though it was only a few days outside of the two-week timeframe Alice had given us. I was getting ready to call Lincoln with the good news when Brax walked into my office and collapsed into the chair across from me.

“Are you—”

“I’m going to strangle my dads.”

I blinked. “You love them.”

“Yes. I love them. But I loved them a lot more when they were seven hours away! I swear to you, between Leo’s hovering and Dad acting before he thinks, I might not survive.”

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