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“Morning!” I greet.
“Hey,” Sophie says, dropping groceries on the counter. “Check this out!” She digs into her purse and grabs her phone, then swipes. Once she flips it over to show me, I furrow my brows.
“Why am I looking at a vagina?” I narrow my eyes and scrunch my nose.
“What? You’re not!” She looks at it. “Oh wait. Here.”
I shake my head. So many questions.
She shows me another picture. “What is it?” I ask.
“Serena. She had her baby!” she squeals. Serena is Mason’s friend who got pregnant by his senator father when the two were having an affair behind Mason’s back last year. Well, ten months ago to be exact.
Mason was pissed at first because he felt betrayed. His dad tried to pawn off the baby on Mason to keep his name out of the media and not tarnish his political reputation, but Mason told him off and made him take responsibility for his own actions. Although he doesn’t have a relationship with his father, he decided to be a supportive friend to Serena instead. At first, Sophie and her butted heads, but now the three of them are super close. The baby is technically Mason’s sibling, and I know they want to be involved in their lives.
“Oh!” My eyes light up. “What’d she have?”
“A boy! Isn’t he cute?” Sophie beams.
“Well, he’d be cuter if I didn’t just see where he came out of.” I shiver at the photo now embedded into my head. “Why do you have that picture anyway?”
Mason blows out a breath. “Don’t ask. I’m scarred for life.”
I snort. “That makes two of us.”
“Do you guys have more bags in the truck?” Liam interrupts.
“Yeah,” Mason replies, then grunts. “Only because Sophie wouldn’t help load all the bags onto my arms so we didn’t have to make more than one trip.”
“Sure, let’s smash the bread and eggs we just bought!” Sophie counters. “Totally smart!” Not even down the aisle yet, and they already bicker like an old married couple.
“I could’ve done it!” Mason retorts, showing off his bicep.
“Oh, pul-eese.” Liam rolls his sleeves up to his shoulders and strikes a pose. He’s twice as big as Mason. “Free tickets to the gun show, ladies and gent.”
I snort, shaking my head. “Why is one bicep bigger?” I ask.
“Why do you think?” Mason answers, making a jerking-off motion.
“Oh my God. Why do we live with men?” Sophie groans, dropping her head back in exaggeration.
“Let’s kick them out and invite Lennon to move in,” I tease. “It’ll be our Girls Only Clubhouse. Snacks and booze only.”
“You’d miss me,” Mason says as he wraps his arms around Sophie, nuzzling his nose into her neck. Jealousy instantly rises, wishing Liam and I could freely show our affection, but it may never be that way for us. At least not until he divorces Victoria.
“I don’t know…maybe,” Sophie taunts as she giggles. Then she looks at me. “Why do you have creamer in your hand?”
“Huh?” I blink and look down at the bottle. “Oh, I was about to make some coffee before you guys came in.”
“I thought you didn’t drink coffee,” Mason asks.
“I sometimes do.” I shrug. I usually stick to tea, but there are times I’ll splurge for something stronger.
Sophie narrows her eyes at me suspiciously. Before she can stay anything, Liam clears his throat.
“You gonna help, freeloader?” he asks, tilting his head to the door. “Let’s grab the rest of the groceries.”
I set down the creamer and throw him a scowl. “I’m not a freeloader, asshole. I pay my way by cleaning up after you slobs.”
When Liam walks ahead of me, I push him since I know my sister is watching. I can feel her hard stare.
“If that’s the case, why is my room so messy? I have about three loads of laundry that need to be done. Chop chop, Cinderella!”
“Ew, I’m not your slave! I wouldn’t touch your dirty clothes with a ten-foot pole. Probably find a hooker still handcuffed to your bed!”
“They aren’t hookers if they’re riding me for free!”
We continue our banter until we’re out the door. As soon as we get to Mason’s truck, he pulls me around the back and pins me to the tailgate. “God, I want that sassy mouth of yours on my cock.” Liam squeezes my hips as his lips find my neck. I giggle at the way his facial hair scratches me, the same way it does my thighs, but I love it so fucking much.
Liam sneaks into my room every night, and every morning he goes back to his room. We quietly fool around the best we can, but Liam’s orgasm-giving skills often have me screaming into a pillow or biting my lip. A few nights ago, one ripped through me so fast that I didn’t have time to cover my mouth, and Liam reached up and did it for me. The weight of his hand against my lips actually turned me on even more, and now I’m determined to have him do it again.
