“Is it spicy?” I ask, laughing.
“Shut up, Sebastian.” The words are muffled against my neck.
“I want to read it.”
“Oh my gooooood.” Indie pushes her fingers into my hair and tugs, which makes me laugh harder.
“It’s true, isn’t it?” Griffin asks gleefully. You’d think she wrote a fanfic about him, he’s so excited.
“Fuck my life.” My poor girlfriend wiggles out of my hold and crosses her arms over her chest. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and she looks like an angry little kitten.
I want to throw her over my shoulder, take her home, and fuck her senseless.
“What platform is it on? Wattpad? AO3?”
Indie gapes at Griffin. “How do you know about those?”
“I love romance, duh.” He looks around at the rest of us. “I thought that was a well-documented fact by now?”
“It is, hubby, don’t worry.” Mira pats him on the chest. “But maybe Indie doesn’t want everyone reading her story.”
“Is it still online?” Griffin asks Indie.
She shuffles her weight from one foot to the other before leaning against my side. “Yes…”
“Then she can’t mind people reading it that much,” Griffin says with an impish grin.
“Ugh. Whatever. I’m not telling you where it’s published, but if you can find it, you can read it.”
“Oh, I’m gonna find it, Quinny, just you wait.” Griffin pulls his phone out of his pocket and taps away on it, a look of intense concentration on his face. “My favorite author wrote a fic about one of my best friends. It’s like fuckin’ Christmas.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Maddox says. “I can’t believe my sister married you.”
“I’m ridiculously awesome. That’s why. And I have a ridiculously large dick.”
“Dude. Why?” Maddox pinches the bridge of his nose before giving his sister a pleading look.
Mira giggles and shrugs. “He does have a huge dick.”
“I’m telling Mom,” Maddox grumbles.
“That my husband has a huge dick? Weird, but okay.” Mira laughs when her brother makes a gagging sound, but their back-and-forth is enough to have Indie finally relaxing beside me.
I wrap my arm around her waist and press a kiss to her crown. “Don’t think I’m too distracted to remember that you wrote a story about us. I want to read it tonight. Maybe we can act out the sex scenes.”
“What makes you think there are sex scenes?” Indie asks with her chin in the air.
I arch an eyebrow at her.
“Fine.” She blows a breath out between pursed lips. “There are sex scenes. But I was still a virgin when I wrote them, so they’re not very imaginative.”
My dick hardens, and I discreetly adjust myself. “That’s okay, Rosebud. We can act them out, then I’ll give you some new inspiration to draw from for your next books.”
“Oh, god,” she whispers to herself.
Grinning, I link our fingers. “We’re out. See you guys later.”
“Wait,” Griffin says. “You’re not going out with us?”
