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Natasha shakes her head thoughtfully. “No. Just that their fiancé is male.” She gives a small shrug. “I suppose I’ll just tell them that it’s normal to have doubts, but that it’s unlikely for their problems to magically disappear after the wedding day. If they’re not happy with their lifenow, well…”
I grimace and take another swig of my pint. “Well, at least this job’s not dull.”
She sighs and sets her phone down. “No, but I do worry sometimes about the impact my advice has. I’m not a licenced therapist. Far from it.”
I shrug. “You’re not claiming that you are. Anyone who writes to you could go see a professional if they really wanted.”
“New topic,” she declares, slipping her phone back into her bag. I decide not to comment that I still haven’t read her essay. I’ll get to it another time; clearly right now she wants to be distracted.
I drain the last of my beer and set my pint back on the table. “Sir Devon had a go at me about my new tatt tonight.”
Natasha’s brows shoot up. “Why?”
I groan, tossing my head back. “Who knows? I guess really hot ink affects his delicate sensibilities.”
Adam returns to our table to give Tash her chips. He doesn’t linger this time, though, instead just giving a brief nod before hurrying back to the bar, where the sole remaining bartender—Jess—is struggling to keep up with a sudden rush.
“Shit, I need a shag,” I grumble.
Natasha lets out a sputtering laugh and sets her glass down with a thunk against the wooden surface of the table. “That was a weird transition.”
“Huh?”
“One second, we’re talking about Devon not liking you’re ink and the next you’re whining about needing sex…” she trails off, her eyes travelling toward the bar. “Or was it Adam? Have you two—?”
I shake my head adamantly. “No. Sod off. That was one time,yearsago.”
She holds her palms up. “Okay, okay. I was just wondering.”
“Andpleasenever mention ‘Devon’ and ‘sex’ in the same sentence again,” I beg. “I mean, I know my sister loves him for god knows what reason, but if that guy is capable of giving a woman an orgasm, then I’m the fucking pope.I’dprobably be better at it than he is.”
Natasha’s face screws up. “Eww, are you suggesting trying to give your sister an orgasm?”
I jolt in alarm at her words, my beer sloshing everywhere. “What? No! Why would you say that?”
“Because—”
Before she can explain, I play my words back in my head and let out a loud groan. “That’s not what I meant. Jesus.”
I give an involuntary shudder and take a sip of my beer. Clearly, I was caught up in my vehement protestations about Devon and didn’t filter my words properly. The thing is there’s something Natasha doesn’t know. Something that I will never in a million years admit to her or anyone else. And that is that I do think of Devon and sex together. A lot. Far more than is healthy. He’s pretty much the biggest twat on the planet, and yet my dirty brain doesn’t seem to care. All it and my cock have ever noticed is his fit body, his tight arse, and those full, red lips that are simply begging to be wrapped around a cock.My cock.
Yep, worst brother in the world right here. But it’s not as though I would ever actually act on these thoughts. Fantasy is one thing; reality is a whole other story. And if Devon hates me now, I can only imagine the skyrocketing of hostility if he ever got wind of some of the fantasies playing out in my dirty mind.
