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He opens his mouth to reply but no sound comes out and then he closes it again, shaking his head as he sits on a stool at the kitchen island.
Mikey and Conor look at me and then him, and then the door, no doubt wondering if our irate wife is about to come flying back through it to carry on the argument. She won’t though. She was too upset.
I walk to my youngest brother and place my hand on the back of his neck. “What is up with you, son?”
He shakes his head again and refuses to look me in the eye.
“You need to go apologize to her.”
His head snaps up then and he glares at me. “She brought up the fact that my dad was…” He doesn’t finish the sentence. It has taken a long time for him to come to terms with who his biological father was.
“Yeah, after you called her entire family a bunch of liars and psychopaths. That was out of line and you know it. So man the fuck up and go and make it right.”
“Fine,” he snaps as he jumps off the stool. “But don’t blame me if she sets me on fire or something.”
“I’m sure you can handle her,” I smile at him and he skulks off out of the kitchen and me and my two remaining brothers sit down at the island.
Mikey glances at the doorway. “You think I should go check on them? I mean she was pretty pissed?”
“No. Let him handle it.”
Conor gives our younger brother a nudge on the arm. “Don’t take this away from him.”
Mikey frowns “Take what away?”
I chuckle to myself because I know exactly what Conor is talking about.
“He’s about to have make-up sex with Jessie for the first time ever,” Conor replies with a wink.
“Fuck!” Mikey breathes. “They’ve never had a fight before really.”
“Nope,” Conor shakes his head. “Liam is about to see the light, brother, so leave him the fuck alone.”
Mikey nods and takes a seat beside the breakfast bar beside Conor and I pour us each a mug of coffee and join them. “Make-up sex,” Mikey says with a wistful sigh. “I can’t remember the last time I pissed Jessie off enough for that.”
“Mine was two weeks ago when I wouldn’t let her win at poker and I took all of her chips and ate them in front of her,” Conor laughs and Mikey and I join him. Potato chips are the only kind worth playing Jessie for because she doesn’t give a damn about money.
“That’s cold, bro,” Mikey says with a shake of his head.
“Fuck!” Conor has stopped laughing but he is still smiling at the memory. “She had to come to the office to get something. She was so pissed at me. I fucked her over my desk and came so hard, I almost passed out.”
Mikey laughs again while I remain quiet. It was only days ago when I made her pissed on purpose so that she’d act like a brat and I could spank her incredible ass. I can spank her ass without her acting like a brat of course, but it’s always better for both of us if I have a reason.
“What about you, Shane?” Mikey asks.
“Can’t recall,” I lie.
“That’s because all sex with you two is make-up sex,” Conor says with a flash of his eyebrows. “I mean I make her pissed at stupid stuff, but you do it like it’s an Olympic sport.”
“Asshole,” I smile at him.
“Poor Jessie,” Conor says with a grin. “Once Liam realizes how good make-up fucking is, he’s gonna start being an asshole to Jessie too.”
“No, he wouldn’t do that,” I shake my head. “He hates conflict too much, even fake conflict.”
“True,” Mikey agrees.
“Any idea what’s going on with him?” I ask Mikey, who understandably knows his twin better than any of us. “I’ve never seen him like that with her before.”
