Leaning against the bar, Sly’s cousin, Enzo, watches them as well with a scowl on his face.
“Ay-oh!” a voice erupts from the far side of the room, and Sully comes into view, carrying a pink bakery box in his hand like he’s a waiter. “Sorry to make you fine people, and our most prestigious birthday fellow, wait so long, but I have a treat that is sure to put a smile on everyone’s faces! Or at least the men in the group.” He winks at me and places the box down onto the small table next to where Cecilia had put her jacket.
Everyone makes their way over to us, curious to see what Sully brought. Scooting closer to the edge of the couch, I watchas he slowly—dramatically—pops open the top of the bakery box, revealing what appear to be white-frosted heart-shaped cookies beneath it.
Except, upon a closer look, the cookies all have holes in the middle of them…holes of varying sizes.
My gaze travels up to Sully, who’s standing at the head of the table with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Cookies?” my very pregnant sister asks, leaning forward to pick one up.
“Don’t,” I command, and she pulls her hand away like I set it on fire.
“I don’t get it. Is it like a cookie version of a donut?” Nixon’s date furrows her brows. “Why do the cookies have holes in the center?”
“I was hoping you might ask!” Sully laughs, picking one up. He makes a show of examining it thoroughly. “This, my dear, to whom I have not yet been introduced, is not your ordinary cookie. No. This cookie is a cookie designed specifically with our birthday boy Lu-Lu in mind. A custom order. A sweet treat for both him.” He waggles his brows. “Andher.”
“Who’sher?” my sister leans into her husband and asks. He shushes her lightly and wraps his arm around her shoulder, kissing her temple.
“What is it?” Cecilia asks at the same time as Raina begins laughing hysterically, using her hand to try and stifle the sound.
Even though the timing is inappropriate as all hell, I feel my cock stiffen at the sound that’s become music to my ears. It takes every ounce of strength in me not to look at her and admire how absolutely edible she looks. I want nothing more for my birthday than to bury my face between her thighs and have a taste.
“Sully,” I growl as his eyes flit over to Raina, but they don’t stay on her for long before he lowers the cookie level to his groin.
“A cookie cock ring,” the bastard announces smugly.
“A cookie…what?” Nixon rubs his temples in exasperation.
“Come again?” Enzo groans, lowering himself onto the chair to the left of me.
“That’s the hope!” Sully announces before taking a bite from the cookie in his hand. He groans at the taste, eyes rolling back into his head as he chews, crumbs falling from his mouth. “Delicious. There’s holes of all sizes, fellas. Pick whichever is appropriate for you. No need to lie about the girth.”
“Un-fucking-believable.” I scrub my hands down my face.
Springing to my feet, I walk to the railing, moving away from the group to overlook the dance floor.
Behind me, Sully asks, “Was it something I said?”
I sense Raina before I see her approach just seconds later, and I instantly relax. She comes to stand beside me, standing just a little too close, but hell if I care. All I care about is the feeling of the skin of her arm brushing against mine.
“Not in the mood for a cookie?” She bumps my shoulder.
My head goes slack on my shoulders as I turn it to look at her, my forearms pressing against the railing. I clasp my hands together. “Are you?”
Her eyes sparkle with amusement, the lights reflecting off them when the beams bounce through the club. “I didn’t see any that would fit you.”
“Too small?”
“Eh,” she teases, mirroring my position against the rail.
“You still mad at me?”
“I was never mad, Luce. Disappointed, sure. But I understand.”
“What if I tell you all I want for my birthday is for you to promise you’ll wait? We just need to get through your divorce, when you’re officially not my client. I want you, Raina. I can’t pretend like I don’t.”
Subtly, she runs her nails against the palm of my hand, and I flip it, tangling our fingers together.
