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“Put the phone down,”Dom says.
Carm looks over my shoulder. “You’re emailing her? What a waste. Join us in the future where there’s sexting. You don’t even need complete sentences. An emoji of an eggplant, a peach, and a champagne bottle says it all.” Carm smiles, snagging a piece of the complimentary bread while I roll my eyes at him. “Speaking of ancient times, how’s that whole permanent hook-up going, Dom?”
I’ll be amazed if Dom manages to pull that off without any drama. Annie wanted no part of anything like that, but lately, I feel as if I’m the one who’s more attached. Which sucks on nights like this, when she’s put the palm out on sleepovers. Not only does it suck, but it’s unsettling. It’s getting hard to picture my life without Annie in it.
I reply as Dom tells Carm how awesome it still is. He’s heading over to her place after she’s done clubbing.
You’re telling me a regular hook-up is getting more action than I am tonight? I don’t think so.
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To: Annie Stewart ([emailprotected]electromail.com)
From: Lorenzo Mancini ([emailprotected])
Subject: Sweet pea, Cuddle muffin, Snuggie woogems
There are some choices. ^^^ Pick one. As for shy guy. Hell no. I don’t do that reverse meaning bullshit. Here’s a list of suggestions for you to select from: Captain, champ, tiger, stud, hunk, sexy… daddy?
Put me out of my misery,
Enzo
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I setdown my phone and sip my beer.
“She doesn’t even care. She’s the one kicking me out or leaving my place right after. It’s literally just sex and it’s fucking awesome.” I catch the tail end of Dom’s description. “No cuddling. No chick flicks. No chick food. It’s like a dream, really. That’s exactly why that”—he points toward where Jake and Blanca are—“has to work out, because I am not letting Mama force me into some relationship.”
I sip my beer and rehash Dom’s words. Annie hasn’t made me watch a chick flick… or wait, yeah, she did. Somehow lying naked in bed with her while watching Ryan Reynolds pour his heart out isn’t that bad though. Chick food? No way. Annie’s diet is worse than mine. Oh, but she did that whole bet about who could refrain from fried foods longer the other day. Cuddling? I don’t care. I’ll take it. Annie’s ass cheeks are my cock’s favorite place to rest.
“Hello!” Carm waves his hand in front of my face. “Daydreaming about Dom’s situation? I know. How do I find myself one of those?”
Dom smiles as if he’s Zeus.
“Seriously?” Annie’s voice sounds from behind us, so I turn around.
“Hey,” I say, my mood improving.
She puts her hands on her hips. “Why are you three here?”
I pick up my phone and realize it’s been a while since she sent her last message. I stand and wrap my arm around her waist, my lips going to hers. It’s a little unsettling how happy I am to have her here.
She lets me give her a chaste kiss, but when I try to deepen it, she shifts her body toward my brothers.
“Shit. Denied!” Carm calls, and the people at the next table glare at us.
“Well?” she asks with her hip cocked.
This demanding side of Annie is turning me on. So much we might have to make a pit stop in the bathroom before I follow her home like a lost puppy dog.
I pull out my stool, and she sits down.
The waitress narrows her eyes at Annie as she puts Dom’s food in front of him. Fried pickles and tilapia with green beans. There’s no rhyme or reason to the shit he orders.
“Interesting,” she says, staring at his food.
