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“How did it make you feel, besides the hard-on,” Kari questioned in a serious tone.

“It shut off my head.” Kodi nodded at the server in thanks when she placed their drinks down. “Thanks.”

“You need anything else?” The girl barely looked twenty-one and had a sweetness about her as she gave them a pearly white smile.

“Not for now, thank you.” Kari answered her, yet his attention remained on Kodi. “No crazy, wild thoughts all competing with each other?”

“None.” Kodi took another bite of his burger and chewed while gearing up to say what was on his mind. “I know you’ve spanked your boys before as a punishment. Did they… get off on it?”

Kari lifted his drink and drained it. The glass slapped on the wood as his lips parted but nothing came out.

“Did I finally shock you into silence?” Kodi chuckled, his humor returning at the gobsmacked expression his brother sported. Kari’s relationship dynamic was Daddy/Boy, and he hadn’t kept it a secret from Kodi or their parents.

“You think you’re a boy? Is that why you're asking?”

He kept his voice low, but still Kodi glanced around to check no one was close by. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m asking,” he hissed in frustration. “I’m flying blind here. No one has ever spanked me before, and I’d have said categorically that I would not have found it arousing or mentally calming.”

Yes, that’s what it was, mentally calming.

“I can’t say what it’s like for the guys I’ve dated Kodi. Yes, some found it arousing, but it was usually a punishment. It doesn’t sound like this is what it is for you.” He picked up the remaining half of his burger and took a hearty bite.

They ate in silence for a few minutes, but Kodi was getting agitated. “Do you think I’m probably kinky?”

Kari blew out a breath, his cheeks as flushed as Kodi’s felt. “I’ll suggest if you like the spanking then there’s a good chance you could be a little. Spanking could be classed as kinky.” He took another bite of his burger, chewing slowly. “Lennon never struck me as the dominant type, but you never know what goes on with someone until you get intimate with them.”

“We weren’t intimate.” He shifted on his seat.

Kari rolled his eyes at him. Wiping his lips after finishing his meal, Kari sat back and eyed Kodi in a familiar way that said he was going to be frank and Kodi possibly wouldn’t like it. “If you are going to explore this side of you… I’ll listen, but you need to decide first what you’re going to do about this situation with Lennon. He’s a great guy—”

“Yes, I know I’m a handful.”

Kari sat forward and reached for Kodi’s hand, squeezing it, holding Kodi’s attention. “That wasn’t what I was getting at,” he reprimanded. “What I was going to say was, speak openly about yourself. Make him understand why you act the way you do. I know you want a relationship despite what you say. Lennon would be perfect for you.”

“No one sticks,” he huffed, because it was the truth.

The pressure from Kari’s fingers increased, and he realized he’d dropped his gaze. “’Cause you’re never honest with them—”

“I tried it once, remember?” Kodi jumped in, easily recalling his one failed attempt at sharing and how fast the guy had run.

“Andrew was an immature dick,” Kari snapped, lifting his hand once more to draw attention to the server. “If we’re going to rehash the past, then I’ll need more beer and so will you.”

Chapter Three

Lennon

“Are you sure this store will have paddles, Jonny?” Lennon eyed the non-descript building they had parked outside of. There was no display in the window, and the street was empty. It was a Sunday, but there should still have been some folks around.

Jonny was so much bigger than Lennon he had to unfold himself out of Lennon’s compact car with a groan and he had to hide his chuckle behind his hand. “Squirt, why did you not get a decent sized car?”

He rubbed at his lower back, and Lennon let out a giggle getting out the driver’s side. “You’re just getting old.” He darted out of reach when Jonny went to tap his backside. “And you never answered me.”

The sun hit Jonny’s rich brown hair, which was in a similar style to Lennon’s. Short at the sides and longer, messy strands on top, his bangs falling over his forehead and highlighting the jade green eyes that were the same as Lennon’s. They were gifted with a square jawline from their father and full, pouty lips from their mother. The major difference between them was size. Lennon was five feet three in bare feet, and slender. Jonny was a foot taller and very broad across the chest.

“Have you ever known me to get lost?” One brow winged up as he waited for Lennon to lock the car.

“I can’t answer that, can I? Cause we don’t live in each other’s pocket anymore, do we… Daddy?” Lennon joked, because he could and knew it wouldn’t cause offence. He and Jonny were closer than any of their other siblings. His sisters, all four of them, were high maintenance. He loved them all, they just came with all the drama.

Lennon wasn’t quick enough to avoid Jonny’s long reach the next time and found himself dragged into his side and his head knuckle rubbed. “That word coming out of your mouth is wrong!”