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Too bad I forgot she had messaged me earlier to say she was stopping by on her way to visit her sister.

“Cash!” she cries as she steps inside and pulls him into a tight hug. “I was hoping you’d be here!”

My best friend wraps his arms around her and squeezes. I can see him eyeing me, and I shrug. Yeah, buddy, I forgot too, and I’m the one with the plug up my ass. Thankfully she isn’t planning on staying.

“You’ve been avoiding us. Where have you been?” she asks him, and Cash shuffles on his feet, looking a little bashful.

“Mom, he was at your place last month,” I say.

“Yeah, well, that’s a little too long for me. I miss my boys.”

She presses a kiss to his cheek and then points to some bags lining the front porch. “Can you bring those in for me, hun? I have something in there for you too.”

Cash does as he’s told, and I move out from behind the kitchen counter, thankful that my dick has gone down as I pull my mom into a hug. I don’t need her seeing that and wondering what the fuck is going on. I mean, she knows I’m bi, but I don’t know if Cash is ready to explain why my dick was hard.

“Did you forget I was coming by?” she asks me as she takes a seat at the kitchen table, the same one we fucked Ben on top of, and I hope like hell Cash sanitized it.

Jesus, we are filthy, I think as I shake my head.

“Never. I always remember when you’re coming over.”

She smiles at me and then starts to rummage through the bags, pulling out a stack of towels and setting them on the counter.

“I made you more,” she says, and I resist an eye roll. I have hundreds of these homemade kitchen towels. They’re ones you can hang on drawers and wipe your hands on. The ones I’m looking at are floral and don’t match anything in my house, but knowing me, I’ll hang them up all over. Just like I already have.

“They’re awesome, Mom,” I say and she beams at me.

“You can have some too, Cash,” she says and then pulls out a folded quilt, handing it to him. “But this is for you.”

He takes it and opens it up, looking at the intricate needlework. I know my mom spent a lot of time planning this out. It’s just how she is. She does everything with care.

“It’s gorgeous,” he says roughly.

“Made it just with you in mind. I know you said you liked the one on my couch, so I thought I’d make you one too.”

He swallows roughly and then hugs it to his chest. “I’ll use the hell out of it.”

My mom waves her hand in front of her face, looking bashful at Cash’s show of emotion before handing me two shirts.

“I made these for you too. Just so you didn’t feel left out.”

I hold them up and see that she’s embroidered little farm animals on the bottom of these button-ups. I’m going to be mocked relentlessly for wearing these, but like hell I won’t.

“They’re awesome. Thanks, Mom. I love them.”

“You’re welcome. I just wanted to stop by and see my boys and give you this stuff. Are you coming by next weekend? Dad wants to talk shop with you. He bought another old car, can you believe it?”

My eyebrows fly up. “Shit no, really?”

“Yes, really. It’s becoming a bit of a problem.” She sighs and then pats her legs. “Well, I won’t keep you any longer. I’m sure you guys are busy, but both of you are expected at our place. And bring Dean, will you? I haven’t seen him in ages.”

I eye Cash and he rolls his lips between his teeth.

“Sounds good. I’ll see if he and Ben can come.”

“Oh yes, bring Ben. Such a cute kid.”

Well shit, I think as I follow my mom to the front door and give her a hug goodbye. As soon as it shuts behind her, I turn to Cash, who is watching me silently.

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