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Destiny rubbed at her eyes and laid her head on my chest. She’d woken up early this morning, fussing. Teething again. If I planned this right, while she was napping, I could get my shower and get ready for work.

After pulling her bottle from the fridge, I took them upstairs to her room. The blinds were still closed, and the ceiling fan rotated lazily. Just enough to circulate the air, but not make Destiny cold. After I laid her down in her crib, I gave her the bottle and put on the white noise machine on to help block out the morning sounds on our street.

It had been another device Ireland swore I needed. Obviously, I’d never admit this to anyone, but I was pleased with how well it worked.

Destiny finished half her bottle before it tumbled out of her hands and onto the mattress. I picked up her bottle before leaving the room and brought it back to the kitchen. Before I grabbed my shower, I cleaned up the kitchen and made three more bottles to take with us later.

Landon was in the hallway, dressed and ready to go by the time I started for my room. “She out?”

I nodded. “She’s exhausted. Teething.”

“Sucks. I heard her sobbing last night. Did you get the gel Ireland was talking about?” I had. About the only thing that soothed Destiny, however, was my knuckle or something frozen on her gums. My knuckle would have to do for now, since I didn’t feel comfortable giving her anything that could pop open while she used it and harm her.

“I did. I don’t think she likes it.” I frowned.

“She’ll figure it out.” He started for the door. “See you at the shop.”

“Landon.” He stopped and turned toward me. “Thanks.”

He smiled up at me and shrugged as if it was no skin off his back. Even though it meant the world to me, he was supporting and helping me with the baby. “We’re family, Hunter. It’s what we do. Besides, you’d do the same for me.”

I so fuckin’ would.

“Not until you're married, Landon.” I sounded hypocritical and like a dick. “You make sure you remain gloved every time you put your dick in a woman. You got me?”

Little pissant snickered at me. “Can you really tell me what to do after all this, Hunter? I mean, you got a girl pregnant, and so did Jackson—” he shrugged his shoulders— “what hope is there for me?”

If I hadn’t already disposed of the bottle, I would’ve lobbed it at his damn head. “Get to work, asshole.”

Landon chuckled on his way out the door while I made my way into my room. When we moved into this house, my other siblings took a vote, or so they told me. They decided I should have the master bedroom with the ensuite bathroom since I’d taken on the role of head of the house. I didn’t argue and gladly took it.

I stripped off my clothes and turned on the shower to let the water warm. While I brushed my teeth, I searched for a clean towel and washcloth. Ireland had come by yesterday at some point and had thrown a load of clothes in the washer. I kept telling her she didn’t have to take care of us. She had her own family to worry about. But did she listen? Of course, she fuckin’ didn’t. I remembered right before going to bed last night, she’d reminded me through text to transfer the load to the dryer. It was late when I put them to the dryer, so I hadn’t folded them or put them away.

After spitting out a mouth full of toothpaste, I located a ratty ass towel, and washcloth so thin, I could see through it. It would do. I wasn’t walking back downstairs to get another one.

Once I was done with my toothbrush, I cleaned up the sink, because no matter what anyone said, it took zero fucking effort to clean up after yourself. I made sure my younger brothers did the same. No way in hell was Landon or Jackson going to make their wives do everything. My dad would’ve had their asses if they did, so I made sure they followed the example he’d set with me at a very young age.

Steam filtered out over the top of the shower curtain, making the bathroom humid. I didn’t mind though, because in a second the hot water would work the knots in my shoulders and arms out. I loved working on cars. It had been my passion from the moment I got my first car toy. Ireland followed suit, as did Landon. Though I wasn’t sure about Landon. Seemed like his passion revolved around his next sexual conquest.

Jackson was already breaking away. Which I was proud of him. He’d be a damn excellent chef once he graduated and, if his culinary skills were anything like he’d shared with us already,Flamewould be stupid to get rid of him.

Like Jackson’s love for cooking, I loved every second of being a mechanic and painter. Especially now that we had our own shop and could run it our way. Although I wouldn’t mind being less achy or in pain. Figured some of the shit came with getting older. I was no longer a boy of eighteen. I was pushing forty, and a father.

My Boom was waiting for me to get off my ass and claim her.

I stepped into the shower, groaning when the hot water hit my shoulders, easing the tension I’d been carrying. My dick, however, was another story.

He was at attention and my balls were heavy. Of course, lately, my dick was always hard whenever Posey was around, or when I thought about her. I’d convinced myself I had a perpetual case of blue balls thanks to her.

Although I was determined to wait until my life was less of a shit show. I was tiring of fucking my fist. Masturbation got old fast but didn’t stop me from reaching down and wrapping my hand around my erection and giving myself a hearty squeeze. I ran the pad of my thumb over the leaking pre-cum at the tip and hissed when I skimmed over the silver ball at the tip.

“Fuck.”

Closing my eyes, I imagined it was Posey who was kneeling in front of me. The top of her tits, flushed with desire, and her slutty little tongue playing with the thick piercing bisecting my cock slit.

I’d gotten the piercing during a rare night out. I’d been young—all of twenty-one. Ended up drinking way too fucking much and on a drunken dare got my dick pierced. Could’ve taken it out, but I didn’t, and now here we are. Bonus, I’d been the only guy in the group to go through with the dare and I’d walked away that night with a cool grand in winnings.

Worth it.

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