Page 56 of Ballads of Lines Blurred

“Can you drive while I blow you?”

“Yes.” I shouldn’t know the answer to it, but I did. Experience had taught me I could drive and come. There was no need to share that with Slater though. Jealousy shouldn’t enter the night. “But you need to use your throat and hand because we’re almost there. I don’t want to look fucked out when we arrive.”

Wasting no time, Slater undid my jeans and put his head in my lap. It couldn’t have been comfortable for him over the console, but he didn’t complain. And I got to come. It was fast and intense. I might have shut my eyes for a second, which I definitely shouldn’t have done. But the man sucked me so good. Now I was calm and cool. Ready to have a good night with my boyfriend’s fathers.

“Oh shit.” I turned to Slater once I parked in the driveway and shut the car off. “We didn’t talk about this with Cody. About only two of us fooling around without the other.”

“He’s fine with it.” He unbuckled his seat belt. “Who do you think gave me the idea to suck you on the drive over? You texted him a string of craziness earlier. Asking if you could bring soap and lotion to dinner and which scents they’d prefer.”

“Oh my god. I did. I can’t bring my orgasm soap here.”

Slater chuckled. “I still can’t believe you have men trying to win you over with soap and casseroles.”

“Don’t forget the cum,” I said as I got out of the car.

“Who’s cum are we talking about?” Cody asked.

“Jesus!” I yelped and spun. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Too busy talking about getting off.”

“He thinks a guy baked cum into the casserole he was given,” Slater said, rounding the front of my car. He dropped a kiss on Cody’s lips, who promptly licked them and grinned. He knew damn well what that taste on Slater was.

Cody turned to me. “One, you taste amazing. And two, I don’t think anyone is jerking off into a dinner dish.”

“You don’t know. He could have. Or he could have drugged me. Or he could have spiked it with something else. The possibilities are endless.”

A strong hand gripped the back of my neck. “You’re spiraling, baby,” Slater said. “That’s my thing. Stop trying to steal my thunder.”

I dropped my forehead onto his chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t ask how you are and if you’re nervous. I’m a shitty boyfriend.” Hey, I said boyfriend without choking on the word.

“Nah.”

I embraced him. He was solid, warm, and smelled nice. “I’ll be better. Promise.”

“I hope so, because Val isn’t going to let anything slide,” Cody said. “You know how he is. Corbin’s been trying to coax him into filtering his words since he got home, while Livy encouraged him to say whatever he wants. It should be an interesting evening.”

“Lovely,” I muttered. “Just what I need.”

“Let’s go before they think we’re rude for being out here.”

Cody held my hand, nearly dragging me to the house. My feet suddenly felt like they were in vats of maple syrup, and I was trying to slog my way through. The moment we were inside, the rich scent of roasted beef permeated the air, causing my mouth to water. All thought fled while I became one of those old cartoon characters who floated through the air, following the trail of a food smell.

There wasn’t a formal dining room in the house, rather a kitchen and dining room together in a large open space. Xaiden stood at the counter, slicing the meat with an overly sharp knife that cut through it like butter.

“It smells delicious,” I said, trying to not focus on the knife in his hand and how he could use it on me. “Thanks for having us.” Nervous? I wasn’t nervous.

Corbin, Val, and Olivia were nowhere in sight.

“Anytime,” Xaiden smiled genuinely, alleviating some of my worries about murder. “I mean that. I’m not here to intimidate you two. I figure you know enough about me to realize I can kick your asses without breaking a sweat. I won’t need to because Cody can handle himself.”

“And I won’t need to because I’m not fighting anyone.” He glared at Xaiden.

“Nice to see you both,” Corbin said, entering the room. He wore a pair of khaki pants and a baby blue polo shirt. His light brown hair was parted to one side, gray mixing in a bit. He was clean-shaven like usual, letting us see his smile. I couldn’t picture him getting angry. Corbin was much too nice. He held out his hand to shake mine and Slater’s. “How are you doing?”

“Good,” Slater said. “Thank you for inviting us into your home.”

“Of course. We’re happy to have you. Val should be out in a minute.” He leaned close to Slater. “He’s going to try for a tough, don’t fuck with me persona but he’s thrilled to have you over for dinner. Ruined and Relinquished in our house again?” He fake gasped. “I’m not leaving you out, Milo. Val just goes a little overboard with the band.”

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