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York chuckles. “Not interfering?”
I can’t hide the smile this time. “Let’s just say we’re giving fate a helping hand and leave it at that.”
“Fair enough,” he agrees with a wink.
“Okay, so I’ll speak with Grim and Beast first, then if they’re okay with it, we’ll offer the job to Gray. That means we’ll have a lot more time on our hands,” Xeno says.
“What about the other clubs?” Zayn asks, running a hand through his hair. “Pierre is still learning the ropes at Jewels, and Chastity nightclub is nowhere near ready for opening in a couple of months. The builders have eight of the ten rooms done, but they’ve still got to finish the whole upper level.”
His voice rises with the stress, and I wriggle out of Dax’s arms, dropping down on the sofa next to him. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I say, “You definitely need a break. Samantha has the construction team in hand, right?”
“She’s assured me it will get done. That there’s enough time…”
His voice trails off as I press a kiss against his cheek, snuggling into his side as I breathe in his familiar scent. “Then you’ve got to trust her. We hired her for a reason. She’s the best project manager in London.”
“You’re right,” Zayn agrees, letting out a slow breath as he hugs me closer. “Maybe Xeno isn’t the only control freak in this family.”
York nudges Zayn with his elbow. “Mate, if I didn’t already know you two weren’t related I’d be convinced you were brothers.”
“Then I’m the brother with the bigger dick,” Xeno says, expression deadpan.
All four of us whip our heads around and stare at Xeno. When his lips begin to twitch and he can no longer hold in the laugh, we all join in.
For the next five minutes, my four men argue over who has the biggest cock until finally I intervene by saying, “It’s not the size that matters, it’s what you do with it that counts.”
“Hear that?” Zayn questions. “Our woman has spoken, and her word is law.”
“That’s only because you’ve got the smallest dick,” York smirks, bringing his arms up to protect his face when Zayn picks up a cushion and swats him with it.
“And Iknowwhat to do with it,” Zayn counters, before pulling me back into his arms and kissing the breath from my lungs.
When we come up for air, I say, “He’s not wrong.”
“I’m still the biggest,” Dax mutters under his breath, shrugging when I shake my head at him in amusement. “It’s not a lie if it’s true,” he adds.
“Okay, okay, enough dick talk. You know I love every one of your dicks as much as I love each of you,” I say with a grin. “But we’ve gone off topic a little here. The point I was trying to make before talk of cocks took over is that I want to dance with you all, and I think we should put something together for the dance competition we’re hosting.”
“That’s in two weeks, Tiny,” Xeno points out with a frown.
“I’m aware of that. I think we can pull it off.”
“We’re not kids anymore,” Dax says, glancing at his stump, his jaw gritting. “Last night showed me I’m not as flexible as I used to be.”
“Pretty sure you’re flexible enough, going by last night’s antics. Zayn hasn’t shut up about how much fun you had,” York adds, popping his bottom lip like a petulant child before grinning. “I’m in!”
I lean over Zayn and kiss York on the cheek, loving his exuberance, appreciating his faith in us. “Thank you.”
“Always, Titch. I’m in on this one hundred percent. Fuck, anyone else getting that excited butterfly feeling in your stomach?”
“That’s the food Zayn and Dax made earlier,” Xeno quips, a half smile lifting his lips. Regardless, I hear the caution in his voice.
“You’ve changed your mind?” I ask Xeno.
“Not about dancing with you all. Of course not.” He looks up at me from beneath his heavy brows. “Performing for an audience is a whole other ballgame. It’s been a while.”
“Exactly,” I insist, meeting his gaze. “Which is precisely why this opportunity is so perfect for us. I want to do this. Ineedto.”
“Then we do this,” he says with a brief nod of his head. “Whatever you want, Tiny. I’m in.”
