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She removed the ring, and Mike aimed his phone flashlight to give her a better view. There was an inscription, but it didn’t say, “To the love of my life, my wife.” However, by then, it was too late. She and Joel’s secret marriage kink had come to a slippery end.
“Per sempre tua,”Mike read. “Hey, Tay, you know a little Spanish. This is Italian. Does it sound like anything familiar?”
Gage laughed.
Tayler rolled her eyes.
“Ares knows more Spanish than Tay does,” Gage said.
“For-always-you,” Giorgio translated. “For-ever-yours.”
Ayesha slipped the ring back onto her finger and returned her attention to the fight. One-half of her mind remained on Joel in the cage. The other half created images of Joel underneath her, holding her hips, a grimace of pleasure on his face as he filled her with enough semen that it didn’t matter that some spilled out of her. It was plenty for making a baby, and ever since they’d agreed to start trying, the challenge was going more than a few hours without having sex. When the boys were at school and they had prior engagements they could break, they got especially filthy.
“Forever yours?” she asked. “Why would he put that inside a ring for his girlfriend?”
Mo and Tayler snickered. Gage and Xara shook their heads. Mike bent, draped an arm over her shoulder, and tapped the side of his head against hers.
Every day she spent with them, she saw and experienced further evidence of how long she’d known them. She, Mo, and Ari were the same age, but they’d dubbed her the little sister long before Mo and Ari came into the picture. Back then, they’d spent most of their time playfully haranguing Curtis about her and Curtis’ eight-year age difference.
“So, you like older men, Ayesha?” Julien asked. “The girl I’m interested in is the same age as you are. Maybe the three of us can go together to a club or something. I can legally buy alcohol now.”
Mike coughed.
Gage squelched a laugh.
Dez completely failed.
Giorgio’s expression didn’t change.
Ayesha bit down on her bottom lip and twirled Curtis’ dark, curly hair around her index finger. “Don’t let them get to you, baby. Older guys make the best dads.”
Curtis shot her a playful sneer, then returned to looking at Josiah, nestled against him on the padded floor mat, the same awe on his face from when Josiah was born seven days ago.
“Late twenties isn’t old,” he argued. “Plus, Gage isn’t even a full year younger than I am.”
“That’s enough of a gap to make you the designated clownee,” Mike justified. “And Gage has a baby face.”
Gage turned his head to the side to give them a better view of his profile, his fingers tucked beneath his chin.
“Guys, he’s a good husband,” Ayesha defended. “He helped me…pick classes…for next semest—oh, God, I can’t even get through it.”
Although Curtis rolled his eyes, he wore a massive smile, and she knew right then that life was exactly how he wanted it to be.
“Don’t worry about Joel, Eesh,”Mike said. “Then the fact that it’s your boyfriend up there he’s fighting will only help Joel beat his ass a little quicker.”
She pinched him. “Call him my boyfriend one more time.”
“Ouch.” He grabbed his arm. “Gage, make her stop.”
Gage didn’t glance their way. “Don’t look at me, mate. You deserved that one.”
Adrían rushed Joel, toppled him to the floor on his back, and landed a couple of shots against Joel’s shoulder and neck. Joel maneuvered out of the hold and onto his feet, and he didn’t look the least bit out of breath. Yet, the longer the match went on, the less Ayesha breathed.
Next to her, Mike and Gage grinned.
Giorgio’s expressiondid not change.
A few times, she couldn’t tell who hit who or who had the upper hand. Adrían trapped Joel against the cage wall, and as he went to shove his knee into Joel’s middle, Joel pushed him off. Adrían then came back, virtually flying through the air, with his left knee.
