Saint looks like he’s going to say something, then pauses. “Yeah, okay. I can believe that.”
I look at him as if he’s crazy. “How the hell can you say that?”
“Don’t you remember the blanket he had? He wouldn’t let anyone near it and always had it nearby. He’d sit with it when we watched films. Don’t you remember he would let the hem run through his fingers.”
Shit! I remember now. I think he would suck his thumb if he thought no one was looking. God, I bet he looks cute doing that now. I imagine him sitting on my lap with his blankie and his thumb in his mouth. My dick twitches until I remember I’m pissed off with him.
Saint smirks at me. “Oh, I see it now. You want him, and that’s fucking with you.”
“Don’t be a prick. I’m angry because of what he did to Pops. What do you think we should do? Should we tell the others?”
“Tell the others what?” Drake and Knox walk in.
“Hey, did you have a good night? Why are you looking like that? Did you find a boy! That’s awesome.” Drake holds out his fist, but I gently knock it away.
“I think he has, but it’s complicated,” Saint tells them as I growl at him.
“I have not found my boy.”
“Then tell us,” Knox says.
I look at Saint, who just shrugs. “Memphis is back.”
“And he’s a gorgeous boy,” Saint chips in, still looking smug as shit. I don’t get he’s not more bothered about the news. Does he think it’s okay for Memphis to waltz back into our lives and our club.
“Ohhh!” my brothers say in unison.
“Did you fuck him last night?” Drake grins like this is the most salacious gossip he’s heard.
“Of course, I didn’t fuck him. I ignored him. Then, as I was leaving, he was at his car, and I told him to stay the hell away from us. I can’t believe you don’t seem to give a shit he’s back here after what he did.”
Knox shrugs, Drake looks at Saint, who gives me a sad smile. “Maybe, because it was seven years ago. He was eighteen, and yes, he acted like a dick, but he must have had his reasons. I doubt our dads are bothered anymore. If they are, then that’s their concern and issue to sort out. Maybe Memphis has come back to apologise and explain why. Maybe he’s just here on business and wanted to let off some steam at Bound. There are plenty of reasons why he’s come back. If you want to know what they are, you have to ask him.”
Drake is fiddling with his phone, then holds out a google page to show me. “I remember seeing this in the paper. His father died recently. Maybe that was why he’s back.”
“He hated his father; he’s the bastard that threw him out when he was only fucking fifteen!” I snap, my temper fraying rapidly.
“All the more reason to come back. Hell, I’d happily dance on my sperm donor’s grave if I knew he’d died,” Knoxsays, and maybe he’s right. Memphis had hated his father; getting some closure would be a good thing for him.
“Look, Royal. You can feel anger towards him. After all, you were the one that brought him into our family. I get that his leaving was a hard thing for you to take. I think you should tell our dads that you’ve seen him. They can work out how they feel about it. You can ignore Memphis if you see him again, especially in Bound. There are plenty of boys eager to play with you.” Saint looks as if that’s the end of the issue for him.
“I’m not into the same things he is. I doubt I’ll see him. I’ve got a new job starting in a week.” Drake shrugs again.
“I doubt he’ll come here,” Knox says. “I’m sorry he’s upset you, Royal. I think you should talk to him, get the closure you need.”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll think about what you’ve all said. I’m going to go see Dad and Pops.” I get pats on my shoulder as I leave.
As I drive to the house, some of my anger dissipates. My brothers have made valid points, ones I hadn’t considered. Yes, I feel hurt because ten years ago I helped him. He was important to me. The question now spinning in my head, was what I was going to do about him now. He really is the total package for me, everything I want in a little. His blond, shaggy hair frames a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and full lips. His grey eyes are surrounded by thick lashes. I want him to look up through them at me while he begs for my cock.
I’m not sure what he was into; I was too busy with Alfie. When we’d finished, Memphis and Andrew had gone. A wave of jealous fury rolls through me. Shit, this is not good for me.
I pull up onto the drive and see both cars are here, which is good. I never thought about them being home or not. Since they stopped fostering, they’ve taken plenty of holidays andweekends away. The front door opens before I open my door, and Pops smiles at me.
As I reach the front door, he opens his arms for a hug. “Royal, this is a nice surprise.”
I follow him in, and we head straight for the kitchen. There’s always a cup of tea and something to eat being made. I’m not wrong and can smell freshly made cake.
I give my dad a hug too. “What’s up with you? You look constipated,” he says, making me crack a smile.
