Deal Makers (Dealing with Love 3)

“I don’t understand why he’s being such a pain in the ass about this whole thing anyway,” I whine. “It’s truly none of his business.”

Rainey gives me a sad smile. “He means well. He’s worried about you, Charlee. Drew isn’t exactly known for commitment.”

Ha! Marriage is a pretty damn big commitment.

“Rainey, I’m not exactly known for it either. Brody knows that and he’s never had a problem with it before.”

“Yeah, but Drew’s different,” she argues. “He loves him like a brother. But he loves you more. If Drew ever hurt you, Brody would lose his best friend.”

“It’s not going to come to that,” I assure her. “Drew would never intentionally hurt me.”

Devyn tucks a piece of blonde hair behind her ear. “If anyone wants my opinion, I still think you two would be aw

esome together. You’re so alike and he needs someone like you to keep him on his toes.”

I can’t help but smile at her remark, which does not go unnoticed by either woman. Damn it! Keeping this marriage a secret is going to be harder than I thought.

CHAPTER THIRTY

DREW

“Hey, dickface,” Brody says. “How’s it hanging?”

I look up from the grill and nod. “Hey.”

Brody frowns. “You okay, dude?”

Sure, buddy, I’m great. Except for the fact that I went behind your back and married your sister. Oh yeah, and then I banged her completely sober and have every intention of doing it again, so I can’t even blame the liquor.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say dismissively. “It’s just been a long week.”

He’s about to say something else but we’re interrupted by my sister.

“Drew, how much longer on the chicken? Charlee just got here and I need a few minutes to review the final menu with her for the reception.”

Fuck. When Devyn invited me over for a barbeque, I didn’t even consider the possibility of Charlee joining us, because I hang out here all the time. I think I’ve already proven that I lack self-control where Charlotte Harris is concerned. How in the hell am I supposed to act unaffected in front of all these people when the mere thought of her gets me hard?

Devyn pokes her head out of the doorway. “Drew? Did you hear me?”

I clear my throat as I flip the chicken over. “Uh, yeah. It’ll be ready in about ten minutes.”

Brody waits until Devyn leaves the back deck before speaking. “Dude, seriously, what’s up? You’re being weird.”

“I’m just tired. I haven’t been sleeping very well over the last few days.”

“Yeah, I can relate to that,” he says. “These pregnancy hormones are killing me. I swear to God, all Rainey wants to do is ride my dick. We did it eight times yesterday. Eight! I think she’s trying to break the poor guy. And don’t even get me started on the state of my tongue.”

I laugh, happy to shift the focus to him. “Oh, how will you ever survive having sex with a beautiful redhead repeatedly?”

He takes a sip from his beer. “I’m serious, dude. I don’t know what to do. It’s not like I’m not giving her a good dicking, because, hello, it’s me we’re talking about here. Why isn’t she worn out? What will it take to wear her out so poor Thor can have a break?”

I shake my head. “Will you please stop referring to your dick by that ridiculous name? Also, you should probably take advantage of it now since she’ll be closed for business for a while after the baby’s born.”

Brody rubs his chin. “That’s true; I didn’t think of it like that. Speaking of a good dicking...what’s been going on with you on that front? You haven’t mentioned anyone new for a while now.”

I side-eye him. “I don’t have to give you the play-by-play with every woman that I fuck.”

“Yes, you do!” he insists. “And you’ve been radio silent for months!”