I shook my head, but I kept my mouth shut.
“You two are fucking lucky. It’s been like PMS Central at my place,” Anthony added.
I stretched out across the leather bench at the front of the boat, soaking up the sunshine and listening to the steady waves lapping against the side of the boat. “What’s changed in the last week or so?”
I felt like I should at least throw them a bone out of loyalty and being brotherly and shit. I knew I’d want to figure the shit out sooner rather than later if I were in their shoes.
Mike let out a loud sigh before raking his hands through his hair. “Nothing.”
“You sure?” Thomas finally reeled in his line and gave up just like I had.
Joe scratched his head. “Kat?”
Ding. Ding. Ding. We have a winner. At least one of the brothers had some sense left in his head to figure it out.
“You think they’re upset about her?” Anthony asked Joe.
Joe shrugged. “I don’t understand why they would be.”
“Nah, that can’t be it.” Mike pursed his lips. “They’re not jealous.”
Thomas walked behind Mike and smacked him on the back of the head. “Don’t be a dumbass. They feel threatened.”
“So I got sucked off because Mia was threatened by Kat being near?” He looked even more confused than before.
“Bingo,” I said, throwing my arm over my face to block out the sunlight.
“Fuck. I don’t want her to feel that way, but I also want another surprise blowy.”
“Did you really just call it a blowy? Are you fucking five?” Anthony barked and started to laugh hysterically.
“Shut up, asshole,” Mike growled. “How are we going to fix this?”
“We’d better start paying more attention to our ladies,” Joe told them.
“Um,” Anthony mumbled. “If I pay any more attention to Max, I might as well crawl up her ass.”
“Still not getting any anal from her, huh?” Joe teased and made atsk-tsknoise.
“Fucker, that shit is locked up tighter than Fort Knox.”
“You lost your game, my man.” Joe laughed.
“Why did we ever come out here?”
“To fish,” Thomas reminded Anthony.
“I came out to get away from the insanity and drink.”
“We’ve accomplished that, but it looks like a storm’s rolling in soon, and I feel the need to remind my woman who owns her,” Joe said, tossing his fishing pole aside. “Who’s with me?”
“Maybe I’ll get a blowy tonight too,” Anthony teased.
“Fuck that. I’m going straight for the ass. No better time to play the anal card than right now.” Mike collapsed next to me. “You with me, man?”
“Always, brother,” I muttered under my arm. “You’re a beast.”
“Take us home, Thomas,” Joe said from across the boat. “I have a woman to please.”
