Sienna is gorgeous with her baby bump, plus I don’t think Evan is complaining about her changing figure, the two are always fucking.
“I think you are even more beautiful than the day I met you,” Evan says, kissing her forehead. See, gag, but also my girl deserves it.
“He’s a hopeless romantic, that boy,” his mom declares. “And next year we will have an extra family member for Thanksgiving,” she says excitedly. You can tell how excited she is to be a grandmother, it’s so cute. That’s so weird that, like, Sienna is going to push a human out of her vagina.
“Yeah, son, we couldn’t be prouder,” Papa Bear says, and you can see the pride radiating from Evan, which only makes him even hotter, damn fucking DILF.
We’ve been busy all morning decorating Sienna’s backyard to look like a pumpkin jerked off over everything, with orange and fall colors everywhere. I’m kind of excited, I’ve never celebrated Thanksgiving before, and I’ve only ever seen it in the movies. The morning has been busy with catering staff coming and going everywhere. We keep trying to de-stress Sienna because of the baby, but she wants it perfect. Now that every man and his dog is coming to the day, the pressure is on, but as her bestie, I will take on her stress because that’s what best friends do.
The doorbell hasn’t stopped with all the Dirty Texas family coming in, so when I look up and see three strange, gorgeous men, I have questions.
“Who the fuck ordered strippers?” I ask as they walk into the backyard.
“They’re my brothers,” Finn explains.
Wait. These are Finn’s brothers? “Where the hell have you been hiding these men from me?”
“D, I don’t think they can handle you,” Finn teases.
“True, but I sure would like to find out.” I smirk.
“Get a couple of beers into Parker, and he’s anyone’s,” One of the brothers who looks like GI Joe says, as he slaps the back of the boy who looks to be the youngest and chuckles, which earns him a punch in the guts from his brother.
“Fuck you,” he says, then turns to me. “You are a very good-looking man, and if I were gay, I would so totally fuck you, but I have a thing for pussies.” It takes a lot to surprise or shock me, but this boy does, and I can tell he’s not meaning it maliciously at all. I think he’s going to be my new best friend, as I swing my arm around his shoulders. “I like you, you’re funny. I make a great wingman, just so you know.”
Parker smiles. “I like where your head is at. The chicks would go crazy for you, and then when you tell them you prefer dicks, they will be all over me.”
This makes me burst out laughing. “You’re a smart boy.” We walk off toward the bar.
“Not according to my brothers,” he grumbles.
“I’m going to hazard a guess that you’re the youngest?” I ask him. He nods. “And GI Joe is the oldest?”
This has him bursting out laughing. “Hudson? GI Joe. That’s so true. Jackson is probably more GI Joe, seeing as he’s ex-military.”
“I like a man in uniform.” I smirk.
“Jackson doesn’t swing that way,” he explains. Dammit. Always my luck. “Hudson is the oldest and a war photojournalist. He goes into war zones and captures pictures.”
Oh wow. That would be scary. “That seems dangerous.”
“It is. I would never do it, but it was good to know that Jackson and Hudson had each other while they were away. Like Hudson would make sure that nothing would happen to his little brother. Except it did,” he says quietly.
I grab us both a couple of beers from the bar and hand him one. “Did something happen to your brother?”
“Yeah,” he says, taking a large swig of beer.
“You don’t have to tell me.” I realize that it’s rude of me to ask about something so personal.
He shakes his head. “I’m surprised you don’t already know. I guess it’s been a while, and I know Jackson’s accident affected everyone differently, so they don’t talk about it, which sucks because I think it’s healthy to talk about those kinds of things so that trauma doesn’t fester, you know.” I nod. “His tank was hit by an unexploded IED during a patrol. Jackson was rushed to Germany, where they tried to pick out the shrapnel in his legs, but they couldn’t get it all. Unfortunately, he lost a couple of his friends, and his best friend lost his leg. It’s taken my brother a long time to stop walking with a limp, it’s only every now and then that he does.”
Wow. “That must have been scary.”
“It was. Luckily, I was modelling in Paris, so I wasn’t far away. I was the first one there. Seeing my older brother lifeless and hooked up to all these machines was hard to see because he was always this larger-than-life guy to me. It wasn’t his time.”
“And how are you?”
Parker pauses for a moment. “You know what, you’re the first person to ever ask me that,” he says sadly. “Jackson’s accident isn’t about me.”
