Page 99 of The Winslow Brothers

Wednesday, March 21st

Jude

The Winslow gang is all here.

My brothers Remy, Flynn, and Ty. Winnie, her husband Wes, and my niece Lexi. And, of course, since we’re currently sitting inside her kitchen, my awesome mom is in attendance, too.

There’s also a random woman named Shirley or something that Ty brought with him, but that’s to be expected.

For the last five or so years, Wendy Winslow has made a point to bring all her kids together for Wednesday dinner. With everyone’s schedulesandmy siblings’ tendencies to schedule shit on the weekends when I’m working, it’s not something we manage every Wednesday, but we generally achieve it once a month.

And considering what happened two weeks ago when I had everyone show up at Winnie’s place unannounced, I have a feeling my sister made damn sure this family dinner worked out.

Tonight, an Italian-style feast of spaghetti and meatballs, lasagna, garlic bread, antipasti, and various other side dishes areon the menu. And with the way my niece Lexi is grinning from ear to ear, I have a feeling she had a say in this tasty setup.

My mom and Winnie finish setting big platters of food in the center of us, and I look across the table to meet my niece’s eyes. “Did you tell Grandma what to make tonight?”

She nods and flashes a full-toothed smile in my direction.

“Fantastic choice, Lexi Lou.”

Lex giggles as my sister begins to dish out a healthy helping of spaghetti onto her plate, and I start to reach forward to do the same for myself, but my phone buzzing in my pocket pulls my attention.

My chest expands as I tap on the screen to check my notifications, but when I seeBianca, the expansion turns to deflation.No offense, Bianca, but you’re not the person I’m wanting a message from.

I haven’t given in to any of Bianca’s hookup requests—or anyone else’s, for that matter—for nearly two months now, and I don’t have an explanation for it. But something tells me it’s because I’ve been having so much fun with sweet Sophie Sage that I haven’t needed to find it anywhere else.

It’s been nearly two days since I asked her if she could get out of work obligations so I can surprise her with a trip to therealcity that doesn’t sleep, but she still hasn’t given me her official response.

The last message she sent was as vague as a jilted mom on social media trying to air out her dirty laundry without losing littleTimmy’s spot on the T-ball team. Sophie’s, apparently, trying to “figure it out.”

Frankly, I don’t know if it’s a logistical delay or if she’s not getting enough satisfaction from me anymore…

Psh.It can’t be that.

I saw how she looked when she came on my cock in the Plaza bathroom, and it wasn’t the look of a woman who was thinking about how long it was going to take to finish her laundry when she got to it later.

Ha. Yeah. She definitely wants more of the fun I can offer.

I unlock the screen of my phone to double-check my ongoing chat with her just to make sure I didn’t miss a text, but all that’s there are the mocking words of her alter ego,Sophie, Team Mom.

Just the thought of that night, the one where I made the snap decision—right before I buried my face in her delicious pussy—to ask her to open up her schedule for a trip makes me smile.

Damn. That was a good fucking night.

If only she’d say yes to leaving town tonight, I could show hermoregood nights.

“You think Mr. Important over there is going to put his phone down for five fucking seconds to enjoy dinner with us?”

“Ty! Language!” my mom chastises with a click of her tongue. I look up to see my brother staring at me with a smug-as-fuck grin on his face, unfazed by the halfhearted snap from our mom. The truth is, we’ve been cursing up and down the streets ofManhattan for too damn long to be stopped. My mom knows. Everyone knows. But it’s part of a mother’s obligation to keep trying to turn us into decent humans, no matter how far down the path of being scumbags we may be.

“Sorry, Mom, but I think we can all agree that Jude is being a real rude prick right now.”

“I make a point never to agree with Ty on anything,” Remy chimes in, “but I’m pretty sure Jude knows that cell phones are not allowed at Wendy’s table. By doing it anyway, he is, in fact, acting like a prick.”

“Do you mean he’s a prick because he’s a penis or because he’s a man regarded as stupid, unpleasant, or contemptible?” Lexi asks around a mouthful of spaghetti. “Because I’ve seen both in Webster’s.”

The whole table nearly combusts, the laughter is so raucous, and Ty nods so hard, I think his head might fly off.

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