Page 112 of The Devil's Den

Dom shakes his head at Enzo, who throws his hands in the air. “Fine. Shit. I’m sorry, man,” he tells me, looking ashamed. “I was just fuckin’ around.”

But just as he loses his focus, turning away, I grab him around his midsection and flip him in the air and onto the ground.

“Fuckin’ hell!” He groans with a chuckle as I press my knee gently into his stomach.

“Never hesitate.” I smirk in return as I rise, giving him my palm, and he jumps to his feet.

“Fuck that. It’s on now, baby bro.” He raises his fists. This time when I fight someone, I know they’re not going to end up dead at the end.

We throw each other around for a bit while Dante and Dom work out. It’s still strange to be in the same room as them. I don’t know when it’ll stop feeling this way.

With every day since we’ve reunited, I wonder if any of this is even real. What if I had hit my head too hard, and this is all a hallucination? Because after everything, how could things be this good for me?

Once we’re done, Enzo pulls me to the side, clasping a hand on my shoulder. “So…” He concentrates on my face real hard and lifts a brow. “As your big brother, it’s my duty to give you some advice on the ladies.”

“Ahh…” I rub the back of my neck. “Yeah, no, thanks. I don’t need…that.”

“Trust me…” He narrows a gaze, nodding slow. “You will.”

This is damn near awkward. Sure, I can use the advice on this shit, but not from my brothers. Maybe a book or something. Or a video. Hell, the shit they’ve showed me on the internet is wild. You can literally look up anything, even on a phone. That’s crazy.

He reaches into his pocket, handing me a box.

“What the hell is this?” I question, grabbing to inspect it.

“Condoms. You slip it on your dick, like a jacket. Keeps all the diseases away and the babies too.”

“I know what a condom is, jackass. I’m asking why I need a whole box.” When Aida and I would have our lessons, this was on there. Unfortunately.

He chuckles. “Because you’re gonna like fucking. A lot. Believe me.”

I clamp my jaw. Yeah, this is getting worse by the minute. What is more uncomfortable than your brother giving you sex advice? When the girl you like is teaching it to you.

“Okay, so some pointers,” he continues as I groan, glancing down, my eyes covered with a hand. “Use your fingers and mouth on her first…you know, down there. And touch her breasts too, but don’t squeeze the nipples too hard, well…” He smirks. “Unless she likes that shit.”

“Oh my God.” My gaze drifts to the ceiling.

“I’m just trying to help you out, bro, for whenever you two are ready, assuming you haven’t already…”

“We haven’t.” He doesn’t need to know the details of what we’ve actually done.

“See, there ya go!” He flips his hands in the air. “I’m just looking out.” He grows serious again. “Alright, so make her come a few times, get her real wet and hot for you before you stick your dick in her. And follow her lead. See what she likes by the way her body responds, the sounds she makes.”

“Yeah, I’m done.” I start to walk away.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of!” he shouts behind me, causing my brothers to stop working out.

“Ashamed of what?” Dante asks, removing his boxing gloves and throwing them on the floor.

“I was giving our bro some lessons on the ladies.” Enzo wags his brows.

“Poor kid.” Dom shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” he says to me, getting off from the bench where he was lifting weights.

We kid around for a few minutes and I’m relieved that Enzo has stopped giving any further talks on that subject.

“If Pops were here, he’d love this,” Enzo says from beside me. “To see his boys together.”

Dom clenches his jaw. “Yeah…” With a long breath, he looks up to the ceiling, staring hard. “I hope he knows Faro never took us out. That we’re okay.”

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