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“Member. His junk. It’s pierced. He has a Jacob’s ladder. Angie told me about it. Penny was pretty interested in seeing it as well.” He shoots me a wink, knowing full well it’ll piss me off.

“Well that was before. She doesn’t have to wonder about other men’s dicks now that she’s?—”

“Finish that sentence, son, and I’ll have to rip you a new one.” Hank raises his brow at me and I pinch my lips together to stop talking whilst shooting a death stare at the grinning buffoon beside him.

“Gimme that.” Hank snatches my phone from my hand, snaps a picture of his frowning face, and whilst grumbling about ‘stupid fucking boys playing games and making him think things he doesn’t need to think,’ sends it to them with a message for Jameson. As another message comes through, I flip the bird to Jenson, who is still grinning like a fucking idiot.

Little One

Tell my dad I love him and I’ll sneak him all the candy he wants tomorrow. That was brilliant. Jameson is seething and sending an apology now. Thank you, Ben.

I can hear her voice in my mind as I read the message, and the need to see her, touch her, smell her fucking hair, is too strong. My legs bouncing, I glance at Jenson and motion to the door with my head.

“Just fucking go. Say hi to Penny for me and tell her I want the good kind of candy.” Hank laughs, shakes his head, places his foot on the coffee table and switches the TV back on.

Standing up quickly, I stride toward the door, look back over my shoulder, and mouth, “Thank you,” to him.

He raises his beer to me and dips his chin, then goes back to watching his show with a smile on his face.

I think that went pretty well.

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PENNY

“Penelope Richards, you suck.” Jameson throws a pillow at me as I cackle on the loveseat opposite him and Angie on the sofa.

“You play with the bull, you get the horns.” Without thinking, both me and Angie place our fingers on our heads as horns and pull funny faces at him. He just groans and rolls his eyes as our giggles cascade through the room.

“I should’ve gone to boys’ night. I bet Jenson found out more about your sex-nanigans than I did.” Jameson pouts as he takes a sip of his beer.

Angie scoffs loudly. “Doubtful. Big Ben isn’t going to give all the horny details to him with Hank sitting opposite them, is he?” Jameson frowns at her as Angie turns to look directly at me. “Okay, tell us one thing. Does he live up to his name?” Her brows wiggle as she clicks her tongue, waiting for my response.

“What? Big Ben?” She nods, grinning like a Brady, which makes me laugh. “Yes. Yes he does.” She squeals loudly and Jameson nods his appreciation. “Where’s Jonathan tonight?”

“He’s working late. A patient is having a crisis, so Jonathan is helping. And I won’t even complain about the late night. That man is the best thing that ever happened to me. He has a heart of gold and a dick of steel.” He sighs dreamily into his beer.

“I feel the same way about Jenson. He’s goofy and silly, but when it really counts, he’ll be there, helping when he can. Plus, the man can make me come in a matter of seconds with that tongue of his.”

Jameson gabs the corner of a pillow, flicks his wrist, nailing her in the face, while I groan loudly. Discussions about Jonathan’s junk and Jenson’s tongue are really far too much information for me.

“What?,” Angie teases. “He’s allowed to talk about dicks of steel but I can’t talk about Jenson’s amazing tongue?”

“Dude, that’s our brother.”

I nod my approval at Jameson’s words as Angie huffs and sips her wine.

“Right, so I’ve spoken about my husband. Angie has scarred us with her revelations about Jenson. You have to tell us something, Sis?”

I squirm a little in my seat. Normally I’d tell these two everything. But what I do with Ben is so different from what I’m used to, I’m a little nervous about it. Taking a big gulp of my apple juice from the beautiful wine glass Jameson always gives me, I sigh.

“Fine, but you can’t judge me.” The anticipation is clear in their eyes as they both promise not to. “Ben likes to take control in the bedroom, and I like it. A lot.” My cheeks are scarlet and I close my eyes so I can’t see their faces.

“That’s hot. We do that too, but we switch it up. One day I take charge and the other he does. It keeps things interesting.”

Thank god for Angie. I’m a little weirded out with images of Angie bossing my brother about in the bedroom, but I’ll skip past it because she’s making it sound so normal, so acceptable. I slowly open my eyes and find Jameson grinning.

“I take charge too. I wouldn’t call myself a ‘Dom’ but I love it when Jonathan calls me sir. I’ve never told anyone that.”

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