At the proposition, Aaliyah’s hand fell from mine, and she turned. “Front row tickets, please.”
“We can’t disappoint our woman.” Castor sidled up behind Slade, arms going around him, exploring his stomach, moving up to pinch his nipples. “I’m game. But I go first.”
Slade snorted, grabbing the VP’s wrist, guiding his hand to his crotch. “Fuck off. I’m first.”
Fire wiped out our bond from a combined effort. I’d pay to watch that. Zethan, too. Aaliyah, front and center.
Aaliyah grinned at Zethan and me. “The competition will never end.”
Fuck, yeah. I was up for some competition. Up for them to hook up. Even to get in with Castor. In the past, he occasionally snuggled up to Zethan. I think they felt comfortable and worked well together. They were all brothers to me, and I respected personal preference but wouldn’t turn down an offer to hook up if they hit me up.
“Will you give me a snuggle too, Daddy?” I batted my eyelashes.
“I wouldn’t mind a piece of that tight ass.” Castor cranked his hand back and brought it cracking down on Slade’s backside, making him jerk.
Customers and staff looked our way at the loud slap of flesh. A salesman approached to assist us or warn us to keep our language down.
“Bring it on, Daddy.” The president brought his hand down on the VP’s back. “What do you think of this, sugar?” He pointed to a pale grey number titled Coventry that looked comfy enough to crash on after a hard day’s work. “Good for fucking Daddy hard and making him gag on my dick?”
The approaching salesman swirled around and walked back to where he came from.
“Love my devil.” Aaliyah giggled and shook her head.
“Can we focus and select a sofa?” Zethan shut the game down. “We’ve got a lot of shit to purchase, and I want to get back to my little girl, so she’s not upset.”
Buzzkill. Zethan was always the first to leave parties or put a dampener on the fun if it got too rowdy. The enforcer wasn’t known for his humor, but when he let it shine, fuck, did he get us laughing. Not in a long time, though.
“All right, Grandpa,” Slade grunted, broke his embrace with Castor, flipped the bird, and moved on to admire the selection.
Grandpa, all right. Grumpy, too. Guess he was right. Aaliyah compiled a massive list of furniture to deck out the new place. Buffet, TV units and mounting frames for the bedrooms, console tables, coffee tables, and armchair side tables. That was on top of whatever we wanted to bring over for our own rooms and the boys’ game room and office.
On top of that, we had three other stores our mate wanted to check out to get electronics, bedding, and decorations. Big day ahead of us, lunch splitting up the day. More shopping. Afternoon tea and a coffee before we hit the road for a three-hour trip back home.
“We all know you love grandpa dick.” Zethan adjusted his dick.
“That’s enough.” Aaliyah got in between them. “I’m riding home with Alaric and giving him a hand job all the way.”
I smiled triumphantly as she waltzed off, swaying her hips, punishing Slade with a lost promise. Zethan was used to losing all the time because of the curse. Once it was broken though, he would never share her, and she’d ride with him every time.
Castor wagged his brows at Slade. “Always win, huh?”
“Fuck off, asshole,” Slade grunted, trailing behind, trying to regain his man card by behaving.
An hour later, we finally settled on a set, ordering two, ensuring each man got a sofa. Two four-seaters, enough for Slade to fit his massive size on, and two three-seaters. New coffee table. Tall buffet and eight-seater dining table for the dining room.
“Happy, Grandpa?” Slade gritted. “Can we pay and get brunch now?”
“Your shout, Junior.” Zethan gave him a smartassed smile and walked off with Aaliyah in tow.
“Behave.” Our mate hit the enforcer, and he shrugged.
“We’ll never behave, Mrs. Vincent.” Slade lifted Aaliyah and swirled her around. “You love our brand of trouble.”
CHAPTER12
Zethan
No restfor the fucking wicked. Another ride into Sydney with Slade to Colton Raine’s territory. Track down our enemy and wipe him from this planet.