AWB #3 wanted to jump-start his acting career.
And now Nate AWB #4 wants the thousand-dollar bottles of champagne.
Janie always says their intentions don’t matter because she only wants sex and they respect her in bed. Which she struggles to find. A lot more than me. It’s why she can’t just hookup so casually like I can. She has to hang onto the same guy for a while.
But I want Jane to be with someone who wants all of her. Not just her fame. Not just her wealth. She’s one of the best people in this damn world. Beautiful inside and out. And if the guys she’s sleeping with see less than that—then they’re not fucking good enough for her.
Case closed.
My dad makes a scrunched face. “I’d never predict in a thousand millenniums that I’d know my niece’s lube preference.”
“You asked,” I say.
“Regrets.” He puts a hand to his heart.
“Water-based lube is fucking better,” Ryke says. “Doesn’t stain the sheets and feels way more natural.”
Connor arches his brow and tells me, “That’s if you want to listen to the one who hasn’t had anal sex in two decades and counting.”
I risk a glance at Farrow, and he still faces the windows. But I spot the beginning of his out-of-control smile. I tear my gaze off him quickly and look at my dad. He’s not the most perceptive person in the room, and his attention is on his brother and best friend.
Ryke groans. “Fuck you, Cobalt.”
Connor grins. “That’s become your ineloquent way of sayingConnor Cobalt is always right.”
Ryke gives him two middle fingers.
Connor focuses on me. “My preference depends on what I’m doing. Word of advice, silicone is preferred for anal, especially if you plan to bottom.” He was with men and women before he married Rose Calloway. Whereas my dad and Ryke are straight.
I weirdly and strangelyknowthat my mom’s favorite position is anal because of asshole teenagers in prep school. They found the info online, and they just loved to remind me.
As I think for a second, I find a way to gain the upper-hand and maybe throw Farrow off-kilter. “I top most of the time.”
Farrow pops a bubble with his gum. Drawing my gaze towards him automatically. He slightly turns his head, but he stops himself and fully faces the window.
“Are you seeing anyone?” Connor asks me.
“What?” My head swerves to my uncle. “No.”
My dad tries to shelter his worry, but creases line his forehead, brows cinched. He hates that I’m into one-night stands and NSA sex. In a snap second, he glances atmybodyguard.“Farrow.”
No.
Farrow turns to us, chewing gum. “Yeah?”
“You know I’mtrustingyou to keep my son safe.” My dad’s glare could slaughter livestock and flocks of geese. “Whenever he brings a stranger into his room alone, he’s putting himself in danger, and you’re the only goddamn one who can help him?—”
“Pretty sure I can help myself,” I interject.
Farrow bites down on his chewing gum, smiling wide. “Listen to your dad, wolf scout. You need me.”
I shake my head, trying so damn hard not to smile, too. “I needlessof you.”
He tilts his head. “Said no one ever.”
“Glad I could be your first,” I say dryly. The banter is pretty common between us. No one should be suspicious.
My dad relaxes back and looks between Ryke and Connor. “Not that I care if it happens, but…do you realize that all of oureldestchildren have never been in real relationships?”
