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Thirty-Four

JT

“HOW DOES ONEfall asleep at a concert?” Ryder asks once the show is over, the house lights are on and Bellamy’s still fast asleep in my arms.

“I know,” Presley flashes me an informed grin. “I’ve got cat eyes. I see everything, even in the dark. I told you,” she whispers in Dolby to Sutton. “Remember?”

“Damn, bro,” Sutton laughs. “Knocked her smooth out? From that? Kudos, my friend.”

“Knocked her out with what? She didn’t take anything did she? No, of course she didn’t. Hmm,” now Brynny’s stumped. “So, what’s wrong with her? What’d I miss?”

“Well…”

“Presley, no,” I snap. “She’s just tired, Brynny. I’ve got her. You all go ahead, traffic will be a bitch.”

“I’m not getting on my bike. Need a lift, man,” Sutton says.

“No offense Ryder, but if I ride in your low ass car where I feel like my ass is gonna scrape the pavement, I’ll puke,” Presley adds.

“What the hell’s the matter with you two?” I ask.

“You were a lil’ busy to notice, but penis wrinkle did indeed send over the two rounds. We drank ‘em.” Presley shrugs.

“Who’swe?” I glower at Ryder—if he drank, he’s not driving my sister anywhere.

“Only me and Sutton; put away the grumpy face, Captain Orgasmic. And wake up your girl, I’m ready to go!” Damn Presley outs our secret and claps in Bellamy’s face, startling her awake, in the span of five seconds.

“I don’t even want to know,” Brynn throws her arms in the air. “J, you got them? Ryder and I are leaving.”

“I got ‘em,” I grimace. “Be safe. Love you, Brynny.”

“Bye, Brynn. Thank you,” Bellamy says all sweet and sleepy.

“Love you too. Call you tomorrow, Sleeping Beauty. About anything other than what I missed tonight!” My sister laughs, traipsing off arm in arm with Ryder.

Which leaves me and Bellamy to get “Tweedle Big Mouth” and “Tweedle Just A Big Mother Fucker” home. Great.

“Want me to carry her?” Sutton offers.

“Want me to break both your fucking arms?” I snarl right back.

“Jesus Christ, it was an orgasm, not childbirth. She can walk, dipshits! Can’t you Bellamy?”

“Presley.” Bellamy sits up straight in my hold, rubbing her eyes and smoothing down her hair. “Your cousin is in love with me, and I him, so I’m a permanent fixture. I think you’re absolutely fascinating, delightfully clever, and unique, but, publicly discussing my orgasms stopsnow. All right?”

Holy Mother of No One Will Believe Me…my sated lil’ kitten just clawed the Princess’ tongue out! If I didn’t head over ass love her before, I damn sure do now. But I did—so it’s just funny as hell.

“All right,” Pres smiles, genuinely. “My bad. I’m drunk, sorry. Can I least say congratulations?”

“Nope,” Bellamy shakes her head. “No, you may not. Let’s go,” she stands, takes my hand and leads the way.

After a long trek across the parking lot, the four of us finally pile in my car. “You hungry?” I ask Bellamy.

“Hell yes, starving!” Sutton.

“I-Hop! Please!” Presley.

“Okay, this time let’s let Bellamy,and only Bellamy, answer,” I shake my head at the two tag-a-longs.

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