“And Carol can stay in the garage, where she belongs. She can be your summer car,” I suggest.
With her hands on her hips, she huffs out a response I can’t quite make out.
Desperate to have her not be mad at me, I pull out my phone and FaceTime Brody.
“Let me guess, she’s madder than a wet hen,” Brody says when he answers my call.
“I’m not even sure what that means, but yeah, she’s furious with us.”
Turning the phone toward Dakota, I approach her with caution.
“Hey, Dream Girl, look who called to wish his baby sister happy birthday.”
“Brody Garreth Meyer, what in Sam Hill were you thinking? You knew I wouldn’t accept a gift this extravagant.”
“I did, that’s why I told Carse that it should be from the both of us. See, it’s not that extravagant when it’s coming from two professional athletes, who just so happen to love you and want you to be safe.”
“Oh, ho ho. Y’all are good,” she says as she wags her pointer finger between me and the phone screen. “But what you perhaps forgot to remember is that Carol is a perfectly safe car.”
“Come on, Kota Lynn. You aren’t going to blow smoke up our asses with that statement. Accept the car, name it something ridiculous, and go have fun at Carse’s team cookout,” Brody tells her.
Dakota crosses her arms and lets out a huff as she rolls her eyes.
“Is that a ‘thank you so much, big bro’ eye roll?” he questions over the phone.
Sighing in defeat, she says, “It’s a ‘you’re both on my shit list’ eye roll and a reluctant thank you for the far too generous gift.”
I fist pump in the air. “We’ll take it!”
“Happy birthday, Kota. I hope you have the best day. Be sure to send me pics of my nephew later too, would ya?”
“Wait, how do you know about Midnight?” she presses.
Brody chuckles on the other end of the line. “Carse FaceTimed me when he was signing the adoption papers and introduced me to the nameless fella. So his name is Midnight, huh? Seems fitting.”
“He’s the cutest, isn’t he?” I gush as I turn the phone toward me.
Shaking his head at me, Brody responds, “That he is. Alright you two love birds, I’ve gotta get ready for practice.”
“Bye, Brodes,” I call out as Dakota grabs the phone from me.
“Bye, Bubba. Love you so big,” she tells him.
“Love you too, Kota Lynn. Bye now.”
Dakota hands me back my phone and lets out a huge sigh of defeat.
“Please tell me this was the last birthday surprise. I don’t think I can take any more.”
Telling her a teeny white lie, I reassure her that it is.
“Well, I know I didn’t initially say thank you because I was shocked and a bit upset,” she starts and I cut her off.
“Just a bit,” I deadpan.
“You know, I was going to suggest we take my birthday present for a spin while I give you road head to show my appreciation, but now I think I’ve changed my mind.”
My cock twitches in response. “Austen, don’t tease me. I’ve fantasized about getting road head from you hundreds of times since we first rode together in Italy. Why do you think I got the windows tinted?”
