“Are you guys gonna fuck in front of us without an invite?” He deadpans.
“Um, no. That wasn’t even a thing during thedark years.”
Thedark yearsbeing how we refer to the two year stretch when the five of us got real heavy into drugs and partying. There was a lot of nudity, a lot of sloppiness, and a lot of throwing any morals we may have had out the fucking window, but we never got to the point of fucking groupies or whoever in front of each other without being polite about it.
Except the one time I walked in on some chick giving Pete a blow job right as he came in her mouth. We couldn’t make eye contact with each other for like four days after that.
It did not stop me from giving him shit for his O face or the size of his dick, however. Which is pretty damn funny to think back on now, all things considered.
“Then we won’t be weird unless you guys are.” Pete shrugs and takes a swig of his beer before pointing it at me. “But you need to talk to her sooner than later.”
“I wouldn’t mind getting a few details when you guys finally do get it on.” Mark grins as he ignores what Pete just said. “I bet Leo is a freak.”
This I do know, but I don’t tell them that. Especially when everything Mark says about this shit has a bite to it I’m not a huge fan of. I get it, but I don’t have to like it. Same as he doesn’tneed to know what our girl is into until he’s ready to accept everything that goes with it.
Leo has confided in me more than once that her kink has ended up a problem for her on more than one occasion. She’s had a couple of guys break up with her after she got comfortable enough to open up about her interest in what she referred to aslight bondage,and eventually she gave up trying. Apparently not everyone is into blindfolds, restraints, and wooden paddles.
I won’t knock what anyone else is or isn’t into, but I’ll never understand someone making their partner feel like shit for it.
And I’m not sorry to say that I probably asked for more details than necessary about what it was Leo was trying to introduce into her relationships. I always hated hearing about the guys she dated, but I loved listening to her paint the picture of our badass sweet girl bound and gagged while she waited to get fucked. I just always substituted the douche bag she was seeing for me.
Total spank bank material.
I clear my throat and try to stop thinking about fucking Leo becausewe just got her back and I’m already thinking with my dick like an asshole. “Just remember that we’ve all been through some shit and she doesn’t handle it well. Leo needs us to keep things as normal as possible right now, and I doubt a different kind of relationship between any of us will make that more difficult. So don’t prove me wrong.”
“Aye aye, captain,” Mark says as he gives me a sarcastic salute.
Dumbass.
“I need to make a phone call. Behave yourselves.”
On that, I leave them to put away enough groceries to feed at least three of Pete, and head upstairs to change.
I grab my phone from the nightstand and start rummaging through my drawer as I dial Franc.
“What do you want?” he barks into the phone as I pull out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
“Well hello to you too, big brother. Thanks for the heartfelt greeting.” I grin and double-check that Leo is still in the bathroom then drop my pants.
I don’t wear underwear.
Haven’t since I’ve been able to dress myself, and I don’t want the first time Leo sees me totally naked to be while I awkwardly try to put on super tight jeans I’m not sure I still fit into while talking on the phone.
“I don’t have time for your shit, Lucius. Just cut to the chase,” Franc huffs down the line.
God, he is such a dickhead.
“I need a favor.” I pin the phone between my ear and shoulder while I attempt to pull on denim that may or may not split any second. My obsessive working out definitely makes this a hell of a lot harder.
“I don’t owe you a favor.”
“No, but I’m asking anyway.” Tucking my junk uncomfortably into the black jeans, I finally manage to get the fuckers zipped. “I need you to look into someone for me.”
Franc pauses, and I brace myself for what’s coming. “Does this have anything to do with school? Are you working on an assignment or something?”
I roll my eyes and pull my t-shirt off.
About a year ago, I finally enrolled in the law program at one of the local colleges. Franc’s a cop, and my mother always tried to pressure me into following in his footsteps to some degree, and for some reason I caved. Really she wanted me to become a lawyer because even though Franc is her pride and joy, she never approved of his career path. Too dangerous, too common, and just not good enough. Franc kept trying though, and once I wasold enough, he started pressuring me as much as Mama to get into law.
