Ollie has become so tamed. Doesn’t know how to fuck with people anymore. Rague’s dicking turned him dumb. So, the responsibility falls entirely on my shoulders. And I know an undoubtedly infallible way to mess with Uri: Sari.
“I have to go shopping. Angel, I think you need to buy a few items too.”
“Um. What kind of items?” Sari looks at me with interest. Since I painted his nails and introduced him to my yoga lessons, he’s been eager to discover new things with me—which drives the overprotective Super Model, Urinutso.
“Lingerie. Rami said you’d like to try lace?” I lean toward him and lower my voice, being extra certain Uri can hear. I owe him for being kind of an arsehole 24/7.
“Y-yea.” Sari gets closer to me, he looks embarrassed but on the edge of his seat metaphorically and literally.
“I wear jockstraps, they are easy if you…bottom,” I say, enjoying deeply the way Uri is gritting his teeth.
“A twink with a jockstrap.” Uri sniffs airily.
The sudden sound of Rague’s chair scraping over the floor makes me turn toward him. Keeping Ollie wrapped around him, he leaves the table and they make their way out of the café without saying a word.
“Where are they going?” Sari asks.
“To shag,” I tell him. He nods a bit shyly, while Uri doesn’t bat an eyelash hearing my answer, we are all blasé with all the fucking going around with the brothers. “So, what would you prefer to wear?”
Unaware of Uri’s irritation, Sari tells me, “Hunter tears the lace off Rami. That sounds…sexy.”
“My angel is turning into a vixen. Papa Lori’s job is almost done.” I wipe away a fake tear while Sari lets out a small giggle. Men must climb on top of each other to reach all that innocence. It tempted me when I first met him, but the watchful guard dog near him halted any smidge of desire I had.
I grab my phone from my bag hanging from the chair and quickly find the online store I usually buy from. “This is a great website to get lingerie from, once you know what style you prefer.”
Sari opens his mouth, but Uri’s bitter words shut him up. “That’s ridiculous. You don’t need…this!”
I expect Sari to hunch back and turn silent, and he does that for a moment. But in the next, he straightens his back and turns to his stepbrother. “I don’t need it, I want it. Like I want to look pretty and-and feel sexy when I go out on a date!”
“Damn,” I exclaim.
“Date?” Uri spits the word out. “With whom?”
“None of your business. I’m not a child, and I’ll wear lacy panties or even none at all if I like. Back. Off.”
“No!” he growls menacingly, getting closer to Sari. “I have every fucking right with you.”
“Why? Because you’re my brother?” Sari tilts his torso toward him until there’s only an inch between their faces. Wow, seeing him so combative is a new development.
“The fuck, I am,” Uri replies with an angry grunt.
Bleeding hell! Is Uri into Sari? I can almost see the sparks of sexual tension flying from them, creating small explosions in the surrounding air. I’ve always seen Uri’s overbearingly protective attitude toward Sari as a sociopathic, twisted kind of brotherly love, but perhaps it’s just the top of the iceberg—a very complicated iceberg. Or maybe my horny glasses are showing me a distorted reality.
The stare battle keeps going until Uri’s phone starts ringing, and he utters a “Fuck!” as he glances at his phone.
“This is not the end of this conversation,” he hisses, his heated eyes falling on Sari’s lips before he pushes away from the table.
“Hens need clucking without a pompous rooster in the group. Go find a worm!” I tell his back as he leaves to answer the call.
“A group of hens is called a brood,” Rague corrects me as he comes back holding hands with a very rumpled Ollie.
“Already back? Didn’t take you for a quick popper, KKJ.” I wink at him, knowing very well he isn’t. I’ve heard him going at Ollie for fucking hours before they soundproofed their bedroom.
“Let’s go get you something to eat, Beastie, before you drop Lori on the floor this time.”
Ollie pulls on his husband’s hand, and Rague lets him as he mutters, “That stupid fucker deserved to be melted in one of my barrels of acid.”
Pretty sure he meant tall and tanned, and not me. Still, I’m glad they have left me alone with Sari. I have a few things I need to ask him without having the others butt in.
