McKenzie Cousins Box Set 4

“Bastards! The lot of you,” Michael grumbled.

Derek cleared his throat, “Do I want to know how Madison reacted to such a talk?”

Ramon grinned at Sebastian before he said, “Madison and Olivia had the talk together. Olivia sat there, looking bored while staring at her father, who squirmed. Right, Lucien?”

“I remember,” Lucien drawled. “Madison went bright red the moment her father said penis.” He smirked at Sebastian, who shook his head in remembered horror.

“The moment we finished talking, they quickly got up and left the room.” Michael laughed. “All we heard the moment the door closed was the two of them screaming laughing. They’d planned the whole damn thing.”

“Hell”—Garrett winced—“I can’t imagine giving one of those talks to my son or daughter. I shudder at the thought.”

“Their grandpa sounds like an expert, send them to him,” Derek laughed.

Michael winced. “I can do without that.”

Sebastian stood and cast his eyes over the younger generation before he turned to his brother, Ruben. “I’m sure you have some bananas around here, right?”

Ruben’s eyes popped. “Sit down, Sebastian.”

“Please,” Lucien begged. “Sit down and have a drink.”

Rob, the assistant manager of Kenza, placed Sebastian’s drink on the table in front of him.

“If you insist.” Sebastian took a long sip of the caramel-colored liquid he’d always favored—the finest single malt Bowmore.

Ruben looked at Sebastian warily and rightly so because anything involving his younger brother could get their wives hot and bothered, and not necessarily in a good way. “Are we safe from the sex talk now?”

Sitting back in the booth, Sebastian grinned. “You are.”

A roar of laughter drew their attention toward the younger generation, where they stood around catching up. It was good for them to be able to hang out together now that they were older with wives—and some of them with families—of their own. Sebastian thought it was especially nice to have Levi in the thick of things with the others.

“Is it a good idea to let Sebastian sit quietly?” Lucien, commented.

Sebastian cast his eyes over his brother. “How much of that Irish whiskey have you been drinking?”

“Enough to know you’re thinking about something, and that has me worried. Tonight, of all nights, I do not want to be in trouble with my wife.”

“I didn’t come up with anything other than the condom talk, but as that was voted against, I’m sitting here being thankful for everything I have. Everything we have.” He sighed. “When I was their age, I never thought I’d have what I do today.” He looked around the room before meeting the gaze of each one of his brothers. “We need a toast.”

Standing, Sebastian put two fingers into his mouth and whistled to get the attention of the men in the room.

“I’ve been told I have to behave myself tonight because my brothers all want sex with their wives,” he grinned, and added, “me included.”

“Dad, I feel sick,” Dylan moaned.

“Me too,” Ryan added.

“Grow up boys!” Sebastian winked at Dylan. “I just wanted to say how proud we are of our sons and the men you’ve become. A special mention to the men who have taken on our daughters, we thank you.”

As he expected, laughter erupted throughout the room, and once it had quieted, Ruben stood. “Let’s raise our glasses.” Ruben held his glass up. “To my youngest son, Jaxon, on the eve of your wedding.”

“Jaxon!”

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Ryan

When Rob delivers a round of drinks, I grin. “Go and pour yourself a drink of my uncle’s Bowmore and join us.”