It could be that he was just ready to fuck when Bo asked if he’d play with him and Ava. And who better to play with than people you know and love, right?
Right.
So why did he feel like shit then?
Matt sat up in his bed, and while rubbing his eyes, he glanced around at the black furnishings, white walls, and the kitschy artwork he’d collected over the years. “Fucking Kit, that’s why.”
Not many understood how close all of them were and how much they all loved each other. Matt, his bandmates, and the Byrne cousins grew up together on the same block in this very neighborhood. It was no accident they turned Park Place into a family compound in the middle of the city because that was what they were. Family.
And there was no one in this world Matt cared about more dearly than Kit.
He didn’t get it. They were at a sex club, for fuck’s sake. Matt and Kit frequented the playpen downstairs, banged groupies, models, and starlets together. It wasn’t like Bo didn’t invite Kit to play with them when he walked in on their scene, so why did he look so butthurt to find them naked and covered in each other’s cum?
Determined to understand it, Matt got out of bed. As soon as he showered and sufficiently caffeinated himself, he was going across the street to talk with Venery’s bassist. At the very least, he owed Ava an apology. The girl did nothing wrong. As sweet as could be, she reached for Kit, and he rejected her.Dick move, man. Whatever was going on in that fucked up head of his, she didn’t deserve that.
There wasn’t nearly enough coffee circulating in his bloodstream for this. He opened the door of his three-level brownstone and stepped out into the cutting February air.Fuck this shit.
Matt spotted Bo and Emmy with their dog, so he went next door instead.
“Yo, Bo-Bo.”
“Hey, man.” He stopped on the sidewalk in front of his house. Emmy wiped her runny nose on her mitten, Chester dutifully positioning himself at her feet. “It feels colder than I thought it would. I need to get my ass back in the house. Wanna come in?”
“Sure, okay.” Matt crouched on his haunches in front of Bo’s little girl. “Is that all right with you?”
“Uh-huh.” And her arms wound tightly around his neck.
“Hop on.” He gestured to Emery to climb up on his back. “You’re getting a piggyback ride.”
She squealed all the way to the kitchen.
He set her down on the gleaming wood island. A clean freak, Bo’s place was always immaculate. Matt looked on while the drummer unbundled his daughter, cleaned the snot running from her nose, and set her up with a cup of warm chocolate andFrozenon the big TV screen.
“That’s a lucky little girl right there.”
“Nah, man.” Gazing across the room at his three-year-old mini-me, his lips turned up. “I’m the lucky one.”
Truth.
“Coffee?”
“Yeah, I could use some.” Maybe a third cup would do the trick.
“So, where were you going?” Bo asked, reaching into the cabinet for a mug. “I know it wasn’t to see me unless you miss my dick already or something.”
“Fuck you, man.” He shook his head, chuckling, and climbed onto a stool. “You miss mine.”
“It did feel rather nice.” Bo shrugged, popping in a coffee pod to brew. He turned around and leaned back against the counter. “If Avie ever wanted to play again, I wouldn’t say no.”
“Why would she want to?”
And why did the thought of it make his dick hard?
“She enjoyed last night,” he said and placed a cup of Sumatra roast in front of him. “It gets me off knowing she accepts that side of me, you know?”
“Yeah, I get that.” Isn’t that what everybody wants? To be loved for exactly who they are. “I’m happy for you, my dude. Ava’s a special one.”
“Thank you for making her feel so good.” Bo set a cup for himself down next to his, and rubbing his ass, he winked. “And me, too. You know I love ya, man.”
