“Doesn’t roll off the tongue well,” Flir argued. “The three shitheads?”
“Not original enough,” OD argued. “The three Skidmarks.”
“I always think of them as the Brain Share.”
We all looked over at Ruck, shocked that he’d joined in. Strike’s mouth was hanging open even though he’d looked like he’d been about to offer up a suggestion.
“Aw, what the fuck?” Code muttered. “You too, Prez?”
Ruck shrugged. “When the three of you seem to time-share only one brain, you have to put up with us calling you on it.”
“Do you have to sign up on a calendar when you’re going to have the brain?” Drifter asked.
Hype scowled at him, then sighed when Code turned to him and asked, “What’s a time-share?”
“How did this end up being about us?” Merc asked, ignoring Code’s question. “I thought we were here to give Bolo a hard time.”
“Right,” Strike said, looking my way. “What is it you need help with?”
I arched a brow. “When’s the last time you even touched a woman?” I countered.
A smirk settled on his face. “Last night, asshole.”
“How much did you have to pay her?” Relay asked.
Strike scowled at him while Kilo and OD broke into howls of laughter. Even Ruck was chuckling at that one.
“Don’t come to me with any lumps on your junk, or if it starts burning,” Drifter warned, before anyone could suggest it. “I’m not touching shit on any of you. Don’t want my own to fall off.”
Strike rolled his eyes. “My dick is perfect.”
“Not what Drifter’s sister said,” Flir commented.
We all stared at him with laughter and surprise. It wasn’t that hewasn’tfunny…exactly. He was usually just so dry witted most people didn’t know when he was kidding. This was a blatant joke, which he rarely made… Or was it?
Ruck rubbed his mouth, and I was sure he was hiding a grin, and then brought order to the meeting. Much to my annoyance. “What is it you need, Bolo?”
I gave a heavy sigh.
“May as well get it over with now,” Ruck pointed out. “Otherwise they’re all going to be coming up to you with suggestions on their own and it’ll never end.”
“Fine, fine,” I muttered. “I met a woman a few months ago.”
No one looked surprised yet.
“I knocked her up.”
There it was. Eyebrows were shooting up all over the fucking place. A couple jaws were hanging. There was a ‘holy shit’ mumbled, though I wasn’t sure if it was from Merc or Hype.
“So…you need help making an escape plan?” Code asked.
Everyone shot him dark looks.
“Real men don’t run from their responsibilities, Kid,” Ruck said, his voice deep and firm. Ruck pointed at him. “You knock a woman…girl…no, better be a woman, whatever…up and try to run and we’ll be beating your fucking ass from here to the altar.”
Code held up his hands in surrender. He was twenty-five. The worst thing in the world right now for him was probably the idea of being responsible for a wife and kids. We’d all been that way when we were young, too. But none of my other brothers were acting like I was doomed. In fact, I was sure there were a couple looks of envy when I scanned their faces. And Kilo and OD were grinning like fucking idiots.
“Welcome to the club!” Kilo said.
