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Lyric’s brows furrow. “I saw you on TV, Daddy,” she says with furrowed brows. “You won’t be a ho anymore, will you?”
“A… A ho?” Rad cackles, falling back into the couch and clutching his stomach.
“What the hell, River Blue?” Kieran hisses when I snort. “What have you been letting her watch?”
I wave a hand, sinking my teeth into my cheek. “Nope! Nu-huh! This is your bed; you lie in it.” A laugh bursts from my lips, unable to hold it back any longer.
“Daddy, I saw you with…” Lyric stops abruptly, counting on all ten of her fingers, muttering numbers to herself. “A hundred girls on TV. Did you kiss them? Maggie says that makes you a ho, cuz it was lots of girls.” She cocks her head again when Kieran’s eyes bug out of his head.
“I am not a ho! And for God’s sake, Little Blue. Stop saying ho!” he sputters, standing from his spot. “River! Tell our child I’m not a goddamn ho.”
“Your daddy is a ho,” Rad sputters, singsonging, unable to contain himself again. “God, Little Pretty Girl. I’m going to bottle you up and keep you forever!” he howls.
“You were in front of the camera a lot with the ladies,” I cackle, feeling the effects of my lack of sleep. “She just happened to see you in the aftermath.”
Kieran blinks several times at me and huffs, stomping toward me. Standing tall in front of my seated position, he hovers above me, bringing his face to mine. All the laughter leaves me breathless, staring into the intense eyes of the boy I once loved.
“You wanna know something, River Blue?” he whispers, getting in my face.
“Sure.” My breath hitches when he inches closer, brushing his cheek against mine.
I shudder when the tip of his tongue brushes against my ear, removing any trace of oxygen from my body. My eyes squeeze shut, and my long-forgotten vagina wets her lips in greeting. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to get dicked down. In better circumstances, of course. But fuck. I’m too muddled and exhausted to have any sort of rational thoughts. If I’m not careful, I’ll ride them like a cowboy screaming Yeehaw. Yeah, I need wine and a long nap resembling a coma.
“I couldn’t get it up.” Nothing more. Nothing less. Just a goddamn cocky look with redness spreading over his cheeks.
“What?” I squeak when he chuckles in my ear.
“Did you watch it with her as I walked outside the hotels with my arm around a woman?” I nod. “Mmmm. My dick doesn’t like to work for anyone but you. Even when I hated you, he knew the truth. I have over twenty NDAs signed and locked away with their signatures stating they’ll never talk about my lack of performance. Couldn’t get it up because it wasn’t the pussy I needed,” he whispers, brushing his lips against my cheek for longer than necessary. “Unlike now,” he growls against my flesh, fighting off a groan. “Thicker than steel in my jeans.”
“Jesus,” I croak, pushing at his chest until he stumbles away with lust dripping from his stare.
Don’t look. Don’t fucking look. Shit! My eyes dart to his dick straining in his jeans until he discreetly turns his back to Lyric and walks toward the kitchen. Not before sending me a smirk over his shoulder, knowing exactly what he fucking did to me.
“Oh, yeah. This will be the best damn vacation of our lives,” Rad whoops. “Now, how about that wine, Cally Boy? I know you have a basement in this monstrosity.”
Callum’s grin lights up the room. “Yeah. There’s, um, a wine cellar and a practice room.”
Rad lights up. “Tell me you didn’t. Tell meeeee!” he says, slapping his knees.
“It’s all downstairs,” Callum says through a breath. “Every piece we used to play on before we moved.”
“Yes! You saved it all!” Rad whoops. “Come on, Little Pretty Girl! It’s time Daddy Rad teaches you how to beat the drums!” Rad grins, holding out his hand. Lyric grins, jumping from Asher’s lap and taking it. “Let’s go have some fun,” he says with a manic grin, leading her to the stairs and disappearing to the basement.
“What kind of wine do you want, Little Star? White? Red?” Callum’s body heat pours through my side when he shifts closer.
“Bubbly?”
“Bubbly it is. Anything you want, it’s there. I’ve been collecting them for years. Pink Moscato?” I nod immediately, licking my lips.
“You’re the best.”
“I’ll keep proving it to you every day,” he whispers, eyeing my lips until he shakes his head. “I’ll be right back.”
“How about food?” Asher asks softly from the opposite sofa, staring at me hopefully. I nod in agreement, refusing to move from my spot as the sound of uneven drumbeats and soft laughter echoes up from the basement.
“It’s fully stocked,” Kieran says, rubbing his hand along his neck.
Asher nods, climbing to his feet. “I’ll see what we got, and then we can decide?” Nervously he stands before me, and I nod.
