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“What the Hell, Archie?” I growled as I removed my sweaty hands from Mitchell’s hips, fidgeting with my shirt and pants, if only to quell the burgeoning hardness that would not relent.

The last thing I needed was Mitchell noticing such things.

A strange sort of thought presented itself as I had to acknowledge a part of me that wondered what his reactionwould be if...

I forced the thought down, moving away from Mitchell for the moment as Will called out for everyone to sing Happy Birthday.

My focus was pulled to the end of the bar, as Miguel forced Max along the hallway out into the open bar area.

The shock on her face was evident, and I could see she was cursing him up and down, but despite that, there was a light in her eyes that could not be mistaken when she set gaze on her cake.

A two-tiered cake trimmed in white and pink fondant, with small liquor bottles and fondant bulldog faces.

I didn’t understand the reference, but then again, I didn’t need to. Whatever language they had as siblings was understood, and that was all that mattered.

The look of happiness on her face made me smile too. It settled all my nerves, and made me feel a thousand times better, because that one look...

That look of sheer delight was why I loved baking.

Bringing joy to the little moments in life, not just the big ones, was what Iloved most about baking and designing.

The sounds of off-key and off-timed renditions of Happy Birthday filled the air, and I couldn’t help but join in as I moved aside, making room for Max and Miguel.

Max stood in front of her cake, and as the last notes of the out of sync bar hummed her birthday serenade, she took a moment to pause.

To make a wish.

I wondered for a moment what she wished for, and then watched as she blew out each flame one by one.

Watched as one candle flickered back to life as the bar roared with laughter and “oohs” and “awwws” filled the space.

“Happy Birthday, Max,” Mitchell said, flashing his sister with a smile.

“Happy Birthday to my favorite bitch,” Miguel said as he hugged her.

“You fucking assholes,” Max said, laughing as she fell into her brother’s hug. “All right, enough sentimental shit, I need to get back to work.”

“Henry volunteered to take care of the bar for the next hour, so sit your ass down,” Miguel said as Archie cut the cake.

“But, but...”

“No buts, missy. You heard the man, sit your ass down and enjoy yourself for once,” Mitchell said, before settling his gaze back on me.

“Same goes for you, Cream Puff.”

“What? Oh, I’m not staying, I?—”

“Let me buy you a drink.”

Archie’s backside as he moved around the high top knocked me into Mitchell’s space again, and I was starting to get pissed.

“I—” I panicked, trying to think of anything, any sort of excuse to escape this situation. Because between my cock and the heat from embarrassment, and a rather tight space, I was afraid I might literally expire.

“Come on, it’s my sister’s birthday, and with her in time out, I can guarantee you the drinks will actually be good.”

“Fuck you, Mitch!” Maxine bit out, but there was no venom in her voice. Only the sarcasm of an annoyed older sibling.

Mitchell slid his hand behind my back, his palm settling at the dip above my ass, and I felt like I was goingto pass out.

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