Jenny rolls her eyes. “Yeah, to build an army of penises. I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know how effective they’ll be in the field of battle.” She adjusts her body on the couch and winces. “He doesn’t really have the heart of a hardened warrior, does he?”
I shake my head. “No, and we give him all the messy jobs in hopes to toughen him up. I don’t know what the fuck he wants, but it’s not this. A general in an imaginary army seems like as good of a choice as any.”
When she shifts on the couch for a fourth time, I ask, “What’s wrong?”
Jenny dips her head and pushes her hair behind her ears. “I don’t understand how you can sit like this.” She gets up and grabs her weird fluffy pillow and sits it behind her. She shifts her weight again and tries to get comfortable.
I feel betrayed by my leather sofa. It’s got two jobs—to be functional a place to sit and fuck on and to be comfortable. And right now, it’s fucking up fifty percent of its job. “How can I help?”
“Do you have a blanket? Or a throw pillow?”
I raise an eyebrow. “What part of my personality makes you think I would have a throw pillow?”
She smirks like she’s holding secret information. “Oh, buddy, you don’t know what you’ve been missing.” She adjusts to pull the cushion from behind her and hands it to me. “Try it.”
I position it behind me and lean back. And… my whole head gets a hug in a cloud of fluff. “Oh.” I think I might have said a word; it might’ve been a sound. I’m not sure. I hand it back to her. “This could get dangerous.”
“Wait until you try a fuzzy blanket too.”
I don’t know how it happens, but I’m on my phone, ordering pillows and blankets that Jenny approves of, and before long they’re delivered to the office, and Silvio is bringing them up to my condo. He makes a comment about how his wife would love one of these, and I slam the door on him. He’s totally trying to steal one.
Next thing I know, I’m snuggled down in Fort Comfort. Jenny claims most of the pillows and blankets for herself, but my head is resting on her breasts, my body wrapped in warmth, and Kingston is sleeping between my legs.
I’ve never felt this relaxed. Shit, I’ve never felt relaxed, period.
Terror stabs through my brain and splinters into every cell of my body. I’m relaxed. I shouldn’t be. My family is at war. I have enemies at every corner. I never minded the constant looking over my shoulders… until now.
Why?
Kingston lifts his head and places it on my leg. Jenny is reading on her phone but playing with my hair.
I’ve got projects to manage, buildings to build, and an empire to run. But I don’t want to leave this couch. Everything that matters is already on here.
And there’s more.
Last night, the sex was… fun. And it’s fun being here now. The new positive feelings and the familiar instincts that have kept me alive this long battle each other. Time to call reinforcements.
Me: Have you guys ever had sex that was fun?
Donny: I’m fucking confused… what have you been doing?
Thiago: Are you doing taxes while you’re slamming your dick?
Dimitri: Why do you think we have so many people at the club?
Donny: Again, I am very confused.
Me: Shut up. Did you know breasts make excellent throw pillows? I own five now.
Donny: Boobs? What? Five? I don’t understand.
Uri: I wasn't aware that tits could be pillows.
Dimitri: That’s the best part! They’re squishy.
Me: I think I’m… comfortable. Is this something that’s supposed to happen?
Thiago: Send pics or it didn’t happen.
