I’ll see you tonight, baby
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I let out a light laugh at the image. It’s Leonardo DiCaprio inThe Wolf of Wall Street, biting his knuckle.
For some reason, I’ve been wanting to call him that. Baby. I just wasn’t sure if he’d be into it. He calls me sunshine, yeah, but I didn’t know if he would want to be called a pet name. Judging by that reaction, though, he likes it.
I’ll test it out later.
“You done drooling over your stepbrother?”
My gaze snaps up to Britt, who’s standing right beside Cal. “Brittany!”
Calista looks up from the glass butt plug in her hand and glances between us. I brace for disgust to cloud her soft expression—but it doesn’t.
Instead, she lifts the toy and asks, “Have either of you used glass before? I’ve heard it’s great for sensory play. You can freeze it or heat it in hot water.”
I blink a few times, then shake my head. “No…”
“Me neither,” Britt chimes in. “But all my boyfriends have been vanilla as fuck, so honestly not super surprising.”
“Mine too, before Ronan.”
“You don’t care?” The question slips out before I can stop it, struck dumb by how easily she brushes it off.
Calista takes a deep breath and sets the glass plug down before shaking her head. “Technically, Ronan was my step-uncle when we started dating.”
I must have missed that part in her retelling of what happenedwith her mom.
“It’s not illegal. And you and Keoni aren’t technically stepbrothers anymore.” She glares over at the other blonde. “Britt, you and Genevieve would be best friends with how you tease him… with the step-family fucking and all.” She says it playfully, and we all burst out laughing. “Plus, Ayden, honey, I knew he was more than a ‘stepbrother’ the second you told me you were living with him.”
As we move down the aisle, I glance at the rows of lubricant. “How so?”
She giggles. “Because the day we met, when you said who you were living with… the way you answered was guilty, like you were ashamed of something. And you shouldn’t have been. Love is love.”
“Ugh, I’d just like for someone to like me,” Britt groans.
“What about Taylor? Are you two?—”
“No… I mean, I don’t know.” She sighs, then blurts, “Yes, to answer your burning question—we fucked in your bed, Ayden. Sorry.”
I wasn’t even questioning that, but if she needs to get it off her chest, I’ll let her.
“I’ve just never dated a woman, and she’s great, but… I like dick.” Cal and I both start laughing as Britt adds, “Just not what they’re attached to.”
That sends us over the edge, bent double with the force of our laughter.
“No offense, Ayden.”
A strange mix of happiness and sadness swells inside me. The tears stinging my eyes are easy enough to disguise as laughter, but holy shit—I haven’t felt this good since high school.
Michael stole so many years of my life. If not for my father’s death, I’d still be trapped there. I shouldn’t even think about being grateful for that loss… but as I look at these two women laughing with me in a sex shop, holding toys like it’s the most natural thing in the world, I can’t help but be.
That has to make me a terrible person. Doesn’t it?
After taking our time down every aisle, we checked out and made the hour-long drive back to Maple Falls. We dropped Cal off before heading to Wildhart, where Britt and I stayed until Keoni got home.
I could tell he was tired. He tried to brush off his session with her, but Britt wouldn’t let him. I’m glad she pushes him to do this. Both of us need this type of outlet, and we are going to do it together.
