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I opened my mouth, and I sucked it the way I would his cock, tasting the saltiness of his cum, mixed with mine. His eyes flared.

He wasn’t immune to me. I had some power here. If only I knew how to use it.

Thirty-Five

Linc

Luther came walking out of the patio door, holding a six-pack in one hand and Maui in the other. I’d left Maui in Jayda’s care while we were gone, but it seemed he had stayed with Luther most of the time.

“Jayda made a grocery run. There will be more stocked in the fridge out here soon,” he said.

“Are they cold?” Mal Bowen asked.

“Did I bring them out here? Of course they’re fucking cold,” Luther replied.

“Then, I want one,” Mal told him, leaning back on the sofa and looking at the television, where ESPN was discussing predicted outcomes for the first game of the NFL preseason.

“Oz has more riding on this game than any previous first season game,” Hale Carver said as he stood up with a cigarette in his mouth to go get a beer instead of asking Luther to give himone.

“Are all the boys watching it over at Locke and Gathe’s place or the Cash hacienda?” Luther asked Mal.

Mal’s two sons, Locke and Gathe, shared a home that had belonged to Their grandfather. The rest of the younger generation lived in a house the Cashes owned. Bane Cash had shared it with his brother, Crosby, who had been shot and killed two years ago. Bane was married now with a baby, and I knew he was looking to get them a place alone. I doubted he’d kick the others out even if he did own it. I had a feeling he was going to build something.

“The hacienda. It’s bigger, and with Oz having to deal with all the betting going on, it’s easier for him to be there,” Mal replied.

“Than’s fucking attached to that kid, man. If Bane up and moves them out, he’s gonna have withdrawals. I sure as hell don’t want him getting locked down with marriage at his age and having babies,” Hale said, opening his beer.

Hale had two sons and a daughter. Ransom was his oldest, and Than was his youngest. The middle child was a girl, Opal, who had gone political in college and was a direct in for us at the White House. She lived in DC and wasn’t around a lot.

Luther laughed as he set Maui down to explore, then lit up a cigarette. “Than’s ass ain’t getting married. You’re safe. The boy is a slut.”

“If it keeps him from doing something stupid, then fine,” Hale replied.

“Speaking of babies,” Mal drawled, looking at me pointedly, “where is yours? All I’ve seen is her dog that Luther seems to have stolen.”

“Taking a nap. I had a new swing set put in while we were in Ocala, and she played on it all morning,” I replied, still not sure if I was ready to navigate Branwen around these two.

They were the only single men over thirty in this branch of thefamily. Hale’s wife had been dead for fifteen years, and he had no desire to get remarried. He hadn’t wanted to get married the first time, but that was a guilt he lived with now that she was gone. Mal’s marriage had ended much like mine. He was never meant for one woman, but Celeste had walked out on his cheating ass way sooner than Maggie had left me.

Luther took the cigarette from his lips and let out a laugh. “That ain’t a fucking swing set. It’s a damn playground. Fifty kids could play on the motherfucker at one time. Y’all go look at it,” he said, pointing in its direction. “It’s even got a two-story house on it with a kitchen and bedroom.”

Mal grinned and shook his head. “You having a daughter is funny as fuck, and you know it. First dick who breaks her heart for doing the same shit you’ve done to women, you’ll put a bullet in his head.”

I hadn’t thought that far, but, yeah, if someone broke her heart, I couldn’t say he was going to see the next day.

“Just wait until his baby momma struts her hot ass down here. You’ll understand why that accident happened,” Luther told them as he sat down in one of the seats and Maui came hurrying over to him.

Getting pissed off about him talking about her hot ass was not going to help anything. They wouldn’t understand, and then they’d all think this was something that it was not. I had to make sure she didn’t get it in her head that we had some kind of relationship. If she came out here and the men started talking like we did have something, it would give her the wrong idea.

Last night, when we had gotten home, I’d carried Stevie to bed and walked away with a simple, “Good night.”

That had been hard but required. I’d wanted to follow Branwen into her room and fuck her again, but I hadn’t. Because the urge to kiss her on the fucking plane had been like a wake-up call. One I’d needed before I did something stupid. I did not need to kissher. I knew that was a road that I would not be going down. I didn’t trust myself if I tasted her mouth. Felt her lips move under mine. Fucking was one thing. Kissing was intimate. I’d only kissed one woman since Maggie, and it was Branwen. The night in Vegas. I had vivid memories of it that loved to come back to me in my dreams at night.

“I gotta ask,” Mal said, and I didn’t much care for the grin on his face. “Are you fucking her while you have her under your roof? I mean, I’m assuming you aren’t bringing women here to fuck with the kid here, and you haven’t gone to Glow with us in two weeks. So…”

Gow was the strip club we visited. It was members only with a price on it that made the place elite. I grabbed a beer and stuck a new cigarette in my mouth, then lit up. “We got a kid. That’s it,” I snapped, annoyed.

“She’d so open those sweet legs for him too,” Luther said. “I’m waiting until she gives up on his ass, and then I’m sweet-talking my way between them.”

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