Hotshot (The Bennett Brothers 1)

“Because you were peaceful and I knew you needed your rest. I’ve never known you to be a napper, so I figured it was a bad headache.”

“I’ll never take a nap again if it means I miss the chance to spend the afternoon inside you. Nothing is worth missing that.”

“Honey, you realize they’re not staying all night, right?”

“The minute they leave, I’m peeling you out of this dress.”

“Noted.” She leans up, giving me a quick kiss, and rolls away, leaving me to fall back on the bed alone.

“What am I supposed to do about this?” I grip my throbbing dick, pumping a few times to try and ease the ache.

“You can take care of it in the shower.”

I catch the gleam in her eye, which causes my cock to twitch in my palm. “Did you just suggest I jack off in the shower?”

“I think it’s hot. And you can tell me about each and every stroke tonight while we finish what you started.” She winks at me seductively and struts away, shutting the door without another word.

“Fuck.” I limp to the bathroom, knowing this is not going away without some sort of release.

An hour later, I’m counting the minutes, wondering how much longer these people are going to invade my home.

“You going to at least pretend you’re glad we’re here?” Nick jabs his elbow into my stomach.

“Sorry, man.” I rub the spot and try not to grimace. I think he forgets his own strength sometimes. “I’m glad you’re here. It’s been a rough day. Actually, a rough week.”

“Problems at work?” Mathis questions.

“Nothing I can’t handle. It’s always hard taking over new clients in the middle of their season, but Darren and Joe are easy. It’s getting through their contracts and endorsement deals. Now, if Joe goes to the World Series, we’ve discussed his contract extension. It’s all fine.”

My answer seems to satisfy them, and they both start talking about Nick’s game on Sunday.

“Oh my gosh! Stop now!” Claire screeches, turning all our attention to her.

“I’m serious!” Bizzy walks behind her, setting a platter on the table.

“We have to tell Nicky! He’s going to die!” Claire continues to scream.

“Tell me what?” Nick joins them.

“Come on, everyone. Dinner time.” Bizzy ignores them and motions us to the table.

I sit at the end with Bizzy on one side and Nick on the other. Claire bounces in her seat, her lips pursed to the point they’ve turned white.

“What exactly has you so chirpy?” I ask her, pouring wine into Bizzy’s glass.

“Biz has the best story to share. You and Mathis may not understand, but Nicky is going to appreciate every detail. Every single humiliating detail.”

“Claire, you are terrible! This is really sad.”

“Now, you have to tell me… Remember, it’s in our code.” Nick refers to their stupid childhood pact.

“Okay, well, I had an appointment today, and it was very interesting.”

“You had an appointment?” I look at her, confused. “What for?”

“It was just a gynecologist appointment, nothing unusual.” She takes a sip of wine and sits back, and Claire turns her whole body to face her.

“Not sure what could be so interesting, but don’t keep me hanging.” Nick starts eating, looking at her expectantly.