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It's so much more than a simple question.
“Your girl, huh?” Bane reaches his arms up to the top of the door frame, a lazy stretch that reminds me of a panther in the jungle.
The hem of his shirt rides up, revealing an inch of completely tattooed skin above his jeans.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was trying to get me to ogle him. On purpose.
“Something to say, cousin?” Nova flashes him a grin, all teeth.
Bane presses forward, his shoulder muscles flexing in the most distracting way. “Nah, just didn't know you laid claim to her. That's all.”
Nova takes a step forward. It's not big, but it might as well be a gauntlet for the way Bane reacts. He drops his arms, letting them hang loosely at his sides.
The way he said the wordclaimmakes me think it has a different definition than what I'm used to. And I decide I've had enough. I haven't actually had enough caffeine to try to puzzle out their relationship or attempt to read between the lines and decode the things they weren't saying.
I walk toward the kitchen, pausing between the two of them. “Should I get Nana Jo's yardstick? There's one in the pantry.” I glance at both of them with an arched brow.
As expected, they stop glaring at one another. Instead, switching those neutral sort of expressions to me.
I wave my hand around a little, indicating the space between them. “You know, so you guys can measure your dicks and then work through . . . whatever this is.”
Nova breaks first, the side of his mouth curling up into a grin. He chuckles, the sound genuine even if a little mischievous. He steps into me, trailing his fingertips down the middle of my back.
“Are you trying to get a glimpse of our cocks, sweetheart?” Nova practically purrs.
Heat sears my cheeks and my heart stutters for a beat. “What? No.I'mnot looking at anything. The yard stick is for the two of you.”
Nova breathes a laugh into my skin. “Nah, no need, sweetheart. We don't want to embarrass my cousin. He's sensitive about those things.”
“Real mature, Nova,” Bane says with a scoff.
I step out of Nova's hold, not because I don't enjoy the way his hands feel on me. I was trying to clever and cheeky, but I guess I walked into that one. I should've known better than to try to diffuse a weird pissing contest by bringing up dick size. I swear no man can resist the topic.
“Women really aren't all that impressed by a bunch of dudes bragging to one another about how many inches they have.” There, got us back on track.
I shake my head and set the second doughnut delivery on my island. I slide my finger underneath the flap to tear the sticker and open it up, enjoying the blast of sugar-fried dough in my face.
I tilt my head to the side, remembering the exception as sort of an afterthought. “Well, unless they have a micropenis.”
Which by the way, is exactly what it sounds like. Cora had the pleasure of finding that out from experience, which she promptly made me experience secondhand years ago.
“Excuse me?” Bane says.
“Back up, sweetheart. When did you see this tiny dick exactly?” Nova asks.
Am I imagining it or was there a sort of growl to his voice? Come to think of it, Bane did that growly thing too.
I spot my favorite smushed up against the side of the box. Excitement zips through me. Twenty-six years old, and still, the promise of baked goods excites me as much as it did when I was six. Honestly, maybe more.
“Oh, it wasn't me. Cora dated a guy with a micropenis, and then she made me relive it with her. Honestly, I felt kind of bad for the guy, even though he was kind of a jerk,” I explain while I swipe my index finger along the side, scoop up the chocolate frosting and lick it off.
I hear a grunt and lift my head to see Bane and Nova still as statues in front of me. They both radiate the same level of intensity, but that's about as far as the similarities go.
“What?” I murmur, picking up on the shift in the room. “Is it the micropenis thing, because—”
Bane steps forward, blocking out my view of anything else except him. “Shh, stop talking about dicks, baby girl,” he says, pitching his voice low.
What happens next feels like time somehow slowed down and sped up.
