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“There are cameras, sensors, and motion-detection lights. The surveillance is monitored by a company the club has on its payroll.”
“That’s good to know,” Blackjack said and looked around. “Rawlins has a similarly quiet vibe as your neighborhood, but it’s smaller, and the Heretics call the shots. I can’t imagine the Black Rainbow holds the same control over a city the size of Baton Rouge.”
Before York could get his back up over my dad’s worries, I insisted, “Blackjack worries about me living so far from him.”
York’s stance shifted as soon as he thought of me moving into his house. A little smile warmed his handsome face. I playfully nudged him aside and began moving toward the house. As we entered the garage, his mood mellowed.
Meanwhile, Yarrow had decided to sit down near the rose bushes and eye a neighbor on their porch a few doors up.
Leaving Blackjack to deal with my mom, I followed York inside. Just off the garage door was a small hallway. Past a laundry room was the galley-style kitchen with white cabinets, light countertops, and neutral finishes. Nova possessed a great eye for casual elegance.
“I haven’t changed anything since I moved in,” York said as if sensing where my head had gone.
Walking past us with my mom on his ass, Blackjack opened the sliding glass door and stepped into the large fenced yard. Though he opened Mochi’s carrier, she was reluctant to explore. Yarrow crawled around in the grass to coax the dog to play.
As my mom worked her magic on the dog, York and I stood across from each other with a small kitchen island between us. He wore the face of a man uncertain about his future. I leaned back against the counter and glanced around.
“Back when you moved in, I only volunteered to help because I wanted to admire your hot body.”
York smirked. “I only bought this place because I thought wanting you was a sign that I wanted more in my life.”
“When you bought this house, did you imagine our genitals having fun together in your bed?”
York chuckled. “Of course.”
“Have our real fucks lived up to your fantasies?”
“They’re vastly better. Honestly, I had assumed you’d be lazy in bed.”
Gasping dramatically, I asked, “Why?”
“You were lazy when helping me move.”
Snickering, I looked over his hot body and decided I made the right decision the day he moved into this place. There was no reason to work hard when I could simply enjoy the view.
York gestured toward the half of the house with the bedrooms. “My bedroom is right across from the other two. We can’t get loud tonight.”
As I carefully made my way out of the kitchen and through the family room, I asked, “What makes you think my parents won’t be loud?”
“I don’t care if they are, but it might be awkward between your dad and me if you get too vocal tonight.”
“Blackjack knows I get laid. He explained to Boone and me how babies were made. Yarrow just said something about jizz and magic. I still don’t think she understands the process. Anyway, my dad is the one who gave me sex talks and took me for birth control.”
“I still doubt he wants to hear you yowling like a horny cat.”
Smiling back at York, I didn’t let his low-key agitation bother me. The man wasn’t big on change, and today had him on edge.
After we reached his bedroom, I gingerly crawled onto his mattress and rested on my back. “How many women have you banged in this bed?”
“You know the answer,” York muttered and sat at the edge.
“I want to hear the answer in your manly voice.”
“Zero.”
“I like that. You were the first man to plow me on my mattress.”
York finally mellowed out and rested on his side next to me. His hand caressed my belly.
