But then something Blake said finally pings in my brain and I snap my head up. “Wait—what do you meanlingerie?”
Blake arches a brow at me. “I mean panties. You should know—you’re the one who bought them. And I’m sorry for looking in the bag,” he tells me, holding a hand up in apology. “It was just…instinct, I guess. When the woman said it was an urgent delivery, I just kind of assumed it was a treat for the twins. That was before I noticed the pattern on the bag, obviously…”
Panties?I sigh and roll my eyes before opening the bag and reaching inside. Clearly Jazz is just trying to mess with me again. Although I can’t think what possible purpose this would serve.
“I didn’t buy these,” I grumble, retrieving the scrap of silk and lace from the bag and holding it up. “I mean, Jesus, these probably cost more than a whole night’s worth of tips.”
A slow grin spreads across Blake’s face, his eyes suddenly alight with levity. “I stand corrected. And I apologize for jumping to conclusions. But I’m dying to hear all about this sugar mama.”
I let out a harsh scoff. “Sugar mama? Seriously? That’s fucking ridiculous.”
“Then who’s buying you expensive panties?” he prods. “And no doubt paying a hell of a gratuity to get them delivered within a few hours on Thanksgiving Sunday.”
“What?”I cry, my voice coming out weirdly high. “These aren’t forme.”
“Dude, these aremen’spanties.” Blake chuckles and plucks the panties from my grip, holding them up by the waistband. “See? Lots of room for your junk.” He adjusts the angle of his arms to give himself a better view of the crotch. “Lots andlotsof room. She’s got a high opinion of you, bro.”
I blink slowly as my brain tries to connect years of panties knowledge with the sight in front of me and the words coming out of Blake’s mouth. Men’s panties. They make expensive silk, lacy panties for men. And Jazz bought a pair for me. Which means he’s going to make me wear them.
And I actually want to.What. The. Actual. Fuck?
I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from the thong—yes,thong—in my brother’s hands. The bright red color is practically searing my eyes, and the thought of getting that expensive silk all messy with my cum is so insanely hot I’m having trouble controlling my arousal.
“Are those for me, daddy?” I hear Owen tease from behind me, jolting me out of my dirty daydream.Thank god.I was aboutfive seconds away from yanking that thong from Blake’s hand and high-tailing it to the closest bathroom.
“I’m flattered, but…”
Blake lets out a soft chuckle, offering Owen an indulgent smile. “They’re Damon’s. Although he claims he didn’t order them.”
“Ididn’t,” I hiss, grabbing the panties from Blake and examining them in my hands. “I didn’t even know these things existed ’til just now.”
“You’ve lived a sheltered life, brother,” Blake says dryly.
Owen shrugs, offering me a kind smile. “He’s straight. It’s kind of like prostate play. I can’t imagine it’s something you’d think to try without some kind of…introduction. And there aren’t a whole lot of straight guys who get that kind of exposure.”
“Iwas straight,” Blake points out.
Owen arches an eyebrow at him. “You had threesomes with other men and online sex with strange guys. Damon’sreallystraight.”
“The way you phrased that made it sound really creepy,” Blake says with a disgruntled pout.
Owen grins. “Itwaskind of creepy. But in a really sweet way.”
“And sexy?” Blake presses, leaning closer to Owen.
Owen nods. “Very sexy.”
“This isn’t getting awkward at all,” I grumble.
Blake straightens and hits me with a pointed look. “Dude, you are literally standing there holding a thong your secret sugar mama sent you. Don’t even start on awkward.”
“I don’t have a secret sugar mama,” I protest.
“Then who sent you those panties? And who were you sexting with while we were out last night?” he presses, one eyebrow arched in accusation.
My mouth gapes open in dismay. “I wasn’t—they’re not?—”
“Dad, is everything okay? Why are you guys all huddled up like that?”
