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“Hungry?” Dominic asked. His attire tonight was a long-sleeved black shirt that was skintight. He paired it with electric-blue lace boy shorts. I only got the ass view currently. And yes, I looked like I always did. It was a reflex. Besides, I’d seen him shake his bare ass up on stage countless times before he got into a relationship with my brother and Perry.
“Eyes up,” Peyton growled.
I propped my hip against the island. “I’ve told you, if you don’t want me to look then Dom should put some clothes on. It’s not like I pop wood when he walks into the room.” Dominic was hot but I had my eyes on someone else. Or two someones if I thought about it. Which I didn’t want to.
Peyton narrowed his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
I could lie and say nothing. He’d let it go for a bit. Or I could tell him the truth. There was only eleven months separating us in age, with him being older. We’d always been close. “JJ and I fucked around.” There. I said it.
Dominic slowly took the spoon out of the pot and set it aside. He turned to me with a grin curving his lips. “Was it hot? I mean, I’m sure it was. He’s smoking in those suits, but what was he like underneath? Is he muscular? I bet he is. I picture him with ripped abs.”
Peyton wrapped a possessive arm about his boyfriend. “What’s that, vixen? You lusting over Perry’s cousin?”
Dominic rolled his eyes. “You’ve seen him, Pey. He’s not bad to look at.”
Perry groaned. “Can we not talk about how hot JJ is?” He screwed up his face as he plucked one of the candied pieces from the top of his brownie.
“You go stir the sauce,” Dominic told him and waved him off. “Greer, all kidding aside, are you okay?”
“No, he’s not okay,” my brother said. “What did he do to you?”
“You’re squeezing too hard,” Dominic squeaked.
Peyton relaxed his grip. “Sorry.”
“He didn’t do anything I didn’t want. I just… Why can’t I have what you three do?”
“You want to fuck your best friend and your assistant?” Dominic asked. “I’ve seen Neil. No offense, but he’s about a hundred and ten. I bet lots of stuff sags on him.”
“Oh gross.” I scrunched up my nose. “Why would you even put that visual in my head? Besides, he’s in his fifties. He’s not old.” I got along well with my assistant. He knew a lot about the business and even went back to school a few years ago so he could help me better.
“And his best friend is me,” Perry added. “I’m already taken.”
I sighed. This was going nowhere fast. My phone vibrated in my pocket, saving me from further misery. A second later, a buzzing sound came from the panel on the wall near the door to the porch. Someone was at the front gate. Instead of bothering with my phone, I went to the panel.
The camera we had out there was top-of-the-line so I could see right away it was a man on a Harley. A man in leather and jeans. Just how I preferred him.
Dominic elbowed me out of the way before I could say anything. “Hello?” he purred in his most seductive voice.
“Open the gate, Dom.”
“What’s the kinky password?”
“Spank my ass and call me Doug?”
I busted out laughing, as did Perry.
“Whatever works for you, sweetheart,” Dominic replied. “Come on in. Leave your boots at the back door. We don’t track mud into the fortress.” I loved how Dominic respected my need for cleanliness and no clutter. We hadn’t spoken about it, but he noticed.
I stayed by the panel as the next camera caught JJ coming up the driveway toward the back of the house, where a second garage was that could hold six vehicles. The property was thirty acres in total with the first ten being at the front. The house wasn’t visible from the road. We didn’t use the front door often, usually coming in from the back porch.
The rumble of the motorcycle had chills breaking out over my skin as JJ revved it loudly one final time before shutting it off.
I moved back to the table we had in the breakfast nook, trying to look like I’d been here all along. Nothing to see here. Definitely not me wondering why the hell JJ drove out here. It wasn’t a short ride from East Dremest, about thirty minutes away.
Heavy boots hit the planks of wood on the porch. It was eerily quiet in the kitchen. Only the sound of water boiling and sauce bubbling to fill the silence. I heard JJ take his boots off, heard him lightly rap his knuckles on the door.
Peyton beat Dominic to it, my brother filling the space with his body. Peyton was intimidating, even when he wasn’t trying to be. When he was, he was downright terrifying.
