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“Shit, grab me my pants, babe,” Ash whispers, scanning the room frantically.
“Noah Alexander, you have two minutes to make yourself decent and about ten minutes before Mom and Dad arrive. So, I’d certainly hurry the hell up.”
Fuck. If it isn’t already bad enough, my brother cockblocking me this morning, my parents are on their way! No—they can’t meet Ash yet. Mom will come across as the mom she’s always been, and Ash will run for the fucking hills.
I’m up and off the bed, and I throw Ash’s track pants at him as I pull up my own sweats I’d tossed in a corner last night.
“Sorry,” I offer, and poor Ash looks like a deer in the headlights.
I pitch my voice louder. “Hey, little brother, can you please do something to delay Mom and Dad?”
I tug at Ash’s hands, wrapping my fingers in his, moving him into my space.
“Yeah, let me see what I can do,” he replies easily.
I lean in close and speak lowly. “Ash, baby. You’d meet Liam soon anyway. He’s my other half, after all. He’ll love you.” I know this because I’m falling for Ashton every second I’m around him.
Liam begins to yell again from the other side of the door. “I told Mom there was no wine or pop, and I blamed it on you, but that should give you at least twenty minutes.”
I tip Ash’s head to mine. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I guess I have to be.”
I wrap my hands around his body, pulling him against me. “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be. You gave me a beautiful night.”
I walk us both over to the door, opening it slightly, staring at my brother. “Be nice, William,” I warn with my best glare. He opens it wider and steps through.
“Fuck, it smells like sex in here.” He fans his hands in front of his face then takes a look at me, then at Ash, who is still wrapped in my embrace, then back at me. “Way to go, big brother.”
I smack his head with the tip of my fingers.
“Hey, I’m being nice! And I’ll even clean up the semen coated sheets, asshole, so you can avoid Helicopter Evelyn.”
Ashton pulls out of my embrace. “Hey, I’m Ashton Brooks.”
He extends his hand, and Liam stares at it. “If that was wrapped around my brother’s willy, I’d rather shake your hand another time.”
Ashton jerks his hand back, and it takes less than a second for the three of us to break out into hysterical laughter. I push my brother, but tug Ash back into my space.
“Sorry, babe, he’s an asshole, but you’ll find out he’s at least a lovable asshole.”
Ash’s face is as red as Liam’s hair. “I’m sorry, Ashton,” my brother begins. “I couldn’t resist. But fuck, you must be someone special. What was this, date three?” He looks at me. “That’s pretty incredible, Noah.”
“And you’re cut off from talking, William Andrew James. We’re going. And you have to promise to behave next time you meet Ash.”
My brother’s laugh is a cackle. “And where is the fun in that?” He directs his attention back to Ash. “So, Ashton, Noah tells me you’re an artist, too? Do you draw crazy scary shit like him?”
“Nah, we have different gifts, but he’s fucking talented.”
“Yeah, my entire apartment is decorated in his art, along with my body.”
He pulls up his shirt to show Ash his stomach and perfect abs. “Okay, that’s enough. So, you have this?” I point to the bed.
“Yeah, but you fucking owe me, got it?”
I flip him off and drop my arm over Ashton’s body, taking our picnic basket with us.
