“You know I can’t.”
“Chloe did.”
“Chloe is a fucking queen and stronger than I am any day. Besides, Dad rarely speaks to her since she chose her own life, and she’s fine with that.”
“Well, he’s being a dick about it. I love him, but you know how difficult he can be.”
“That’s a nice way to put it. Demanding and controlling, you mean.”
“That too.”
I didn’t know what I’d do without Linden in my life. Sure, we do a lot of sexual tag teaming, but it was more than that. I could talk to him about anything and not worry about what I’d said coming back to haunt me. I trusted Linden with my life.
And I hated how my attention kept being brought back to him since we started this adventure with Atlas. I shouldn’t be looking at him the way I have lately. He was my cousin. But I’d had this need to get closer to him as we got closer to Atlas. It wasn’t the first time I’d wondered what it would be like to do something more with Linden, but I’d always brushed it aside. Still, those thoughts had been hitting me a lot lately. Nagging at me.
We’d been back to The Backdoor twice now, and each time it’d end with double penetration and me practically wanting to crawl into Linden’s skin, as much as I was a part of Atlas. I wanted to touch him, breathe him in, and keep feeling his cock brush against mine.
I shuddered and silenced my inappropriate thoughts.
“Aren’t you nervous about tonight?” I asked him to change the subject.
“Very.”
“You don’t look nervous.”
He grinned crookedly. “You know me. I adapt to any situation.”
I slid on my belt and buckled up before holding out my arms. “Well, how do I look?”
“They’ll love you.”
“Sure, as Atlas’s bosses. What about when he tells them about us?Ifhe does. They’ll hate us. Maybe they’ll assume we’re taking advantage of their son.”
“Maybe. I think we should worry about that if and when the time comes. But tonight isn’t that night. We’re just meeting his family. Only his brothers know about us.”
“I still can’t believe he told them, and they were fine with it.”
“He was trying to test the waters. Regardless, it shows their love for their brother. Now, let’s not keep Atlas waiting.”
I drove us to Atlas’s communal apartment and parked the car on the street to wait. Linden had already texted him that we were there.
A minute later, Atlas rushed out with a grimace on his face, though he was probably just trying to smile. He looked beautiful. His makeup was minimal, and he only wore gloss on his lips. His earrings were simple diamond studs, and he wore a navy-blue sweater with two large cherries knitted on the front.
“Nervous?” I asked when he climbed into the backseat.
“Yes. Not that they won’t love you. They will. But… my family can be a lot.”
I laughed, feeling more at ease now. “A lot of families are, but you say a lot of good things about them, which is a good indication of their character and yours.”
Before buckling up, he leaned forward to kiss my cheek and then Linden’s. “Hello, darlings.”
Linden reached around and grabbed the back of Atlas’s head to pull him in and give him a proper kiss on the lips. “Hello back. You look amazing and smell amazing.”
“You both do, too.”
He finally sat back, buckled up, and I drove off.
“So, be prepared that my mom will feed you all. She’ll fill up your plate, and you have to eat it all. Seriously, she’ll be butt-hurt if you don’t. We’ll leave there so stuffed we’ll need wheelbarrows to haul our guts home, but it makes her happy,” Atlas warned.
