“Listen, asshole. I fed them an hour ago. I realize it’s my literal job to feed them with my tits but I’m not meant to walk around with them constantly latched on.”
Raegan and Demi fall into the seats on the other side of me and I can’t stop the grin from taking shape on my face. I’m not a clingy man, but I do feel better when they’re close. Like my soul knows it missed so much time and their proximity alone feeds it… gives it breath. They don’t know it yet, but there’s a possessiveness lurking under the surface that keeps telling me to run away with them to an island somewhere and ignore the rest of the world. Maybe that’s what I’ll do after I marry them. Which will be soon, if I have anything to say about it.
“Where’s your sister?” CeCe asks Raegan. “I thought she was going to be here, too.”
“She’s still getting settled in her new place, so she decided it was best to stay in,” Raegan answers.
What she doesn’t say is that Sutton has a lot going on. Her husband is a douchebag and she made the bold choice to leave him after what Raegan says was a long time coming. Now she’s working to find a steady paying job while caring for her two boys. I paid her rent for the next six months under an anonymous name, so it lessens the stress a little. She still thinks it’s a fluke or anaccounting error, which is fine by me. I’d rather she not think her sister's partner gave her a handout. And from what I know of Sutton so far, that’s exactly how she’d see it.
“What’s up with the land contract?” Axel asks, pulling my attention.
The infamous land contract that brought Raegan back to me and ultimately brought us all back together. “Signing everything next week. Then it’ll be official and we can finalize everything we’ve started.”
“You mean everything I started. I did all the work.”
“Don’t be a dick about it. It’s not a nice look,” I chastise and Wrinley laughs.
“Who’s ready to eat? I have appetizers,” Dom calls from the kitchen, halting all the miscellaneous conversations. When he makes his way out to where we’re all seated, he’s wearing an apron without a shirt underneath and a cocky grin. In his hand is a silver tray, covered in small bite-sized foods.
The girls each grab a piece. Ryker and I follow suit.
“Shit,” Arabella gasps. “Dominic, this is delicious. I didn’t know you could cook like this.”
“I can’t. I watched a video,” he admits.
Wrinley slaps Axel’s chest. “What are you hittingmefor? I’m not eating that,” he says, lips pursed and head shaking. “There’s zero chance I believe his dick wasn’t out while he was making it. Maybe even in it. I’m not taking a chance at finding a pubic hair with my mouth. No, thank you.”
Everyone pauses, mid-chew.What the actual fuck?
“He’s kidding,” Wrinley assures us with a raised hand.
“No, I’m not,” Axel argues. “He literally can’t keep his pants on or his dick contained.”
“What can I say? I have a superior cock,” Dom retorts. “I managed to keep it to myself, this time though.”
“Still not taking my chances,” Axel insists.
Demi groans next to me, her mouth stuffed with whatever it is he just made. My dick twitches in my jeans at the sound. “You made this by watching a video?” she asks Dom.
He nods with a grin plastered on his face. “Yeah. It was some food influencer. I’m gonna do that one day.”
“Watching one video doesn’t make you qualified to be a food influencer, jackass,” Axel mumbles under his breath.
Axel is such a dick.
Dom rolls his eyes. “I know, friend. I have a solution for that, which is why I wanted to cook for you all tonight.”
All eyes are now on Dom standing in the center of the room.
“I’m going to culinary school,” he states, his chest puffed out with pride. “There’s this bougie school, Epicurean Institute, downtown. I applied and was accepted. I start this fall.”
“Oh my god, Dom,” Wrinley jumps up, throwing her arms around his neck. “This is so exciting.”
“Trainwreck, if you don’t get your hands off him right now, I swear,” Axel mutters through clenched teeth, just before he jumps up to pull her off of him without giving her a chance to comply. “Sit your ass down.” He points to his chair and she plops down into the seat, giving him a hardcore side-eye in the process.
“As I was saying, once I learn how to cook for real, I’ll have more than just my perfect cock to attract the ladies.” He shoots everyone in the room a wink and I can’t stop myself from groaning.
Ryker cuts in with a look of confusion and disgust on his face. “You ruined it, man.”
