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“Do I have to say another kinky password?” I heard JJ ask.
“Yes!” Dominic shouted while Peyton bit out, “No.”
“I really wanted that password,” Dominic muttered but stayed where he was next to the counter, his lean, muscular body on display like it always was at home. The lace did nothing to hide his dick.
“You better be here to apologize,” Peyton growled.
“What the fuck do I have to be sorry for?” JJ shot back.
“You tell me.”
“If you think I’m discussing anything between Greer and me with you, you’re out of your mind.”
“And if you think I’m going to let you walk in here and do anything to hurt my brother, you’d be better off getting back on your bike and getting the fuck off my property.”
“Jesus,” Dominic muttered and went over to my brother, wrapping his arms around him from behind. “Easy there. Let JJ in.”
Peyton peered over his shoulder. “Go put some pants on.”
“Go fuck yourself. I’m not covering up for anyone. Except maybe your mother. She doesn’t need to see my dick during dinner when she comes to visit.”
“I don’t know what kind of sex shit you have going on, but I came to see Greer,” JJ stated.
“Before you come in, I want to know who Doug is,” Dominic said.
“There’s no Doug!” JJ responded.
“Well, that’s disappointing.” He pulled my brother back so JJ could enter the kitchen. Peyton would have only moved if he wanted to. Dominic was strong but not that strong.
Dominic and Peyton moved off to the side as a sock-footed JJ stepped in and closed the door behind him. His jeans were dark, not a grease stain on them, which was a little disappointing. He still looked better than he did at the office. He had on a gray shirt beneath his jacket. Blond hair fell past his chin, no doubt mussed from being on the bike. He ran his fingers through it to push it back. Fuck, he was good-looking.
JJ’s eyes went from Peyton to Dominic, where they lingered for a second before Peyton started growling.
Perry waved from where he stood by the stove. “Hungry? We waited for Greer before starting dinner.”
“Did you make it? I’ve seen what you eat.”
“God no. The most I’m doing is stirring and…” He glanced into the pot. “I might be burning the sauce.”
Dominic rushed over to turn the burner down and take Perry’s spot. “I think the ravioli might be overdone. We got a bit distracted by your arrival, JJ.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t your balls in the open air doing the distracting?”
“There’s lace covering them. If you don’t like it, move along.” He made a shooing gesture.
“I didn’t say that.”
Peyton stepped to the right to block Dominic from JJ’s view. “Family or not, I will hurt you.”
“I thought you were only like this at work. Apparently not. Do you think I’m seriously going to come into your home and hit on your boyfriend? Fuck, Pey, get a grip. Besides, you know I’m here to see Greer.”
“Well, there he is.” Peyton pointed my way. “Talk.”
JJ’s eyes settled on me for the first time since he came into the house. They softened, the hard edge he seemed to carry around disappearing. I sucked in a breath at the way he looked at me. Memories from earlier assaulted me. The way he watched me when I had his dick in my mouth, the words he said, how he tasted. Quickly on the heels of those memories was the way I felt after.
I cast my gaze at the table, feeling like shit all over again.
JJ crouched down beside me. “Greer, look at me,” he said softly. His hand rested on my thigh, its warmth seeping through the material.
