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I shrug. “Then fine.”

“No,” Hannah grits out.

“Han.” I scoot closer to the edge of the couch and turn her way. “I’m not worried.”

“Neither am I.” She assesses her dads, her expression stony. “I love him and he loves me, but even if that weren’t the case, I know he loves our child and he’ll always do the right thing.”

My heart cracks open and love pours out, filling me to the brim. She’s sticking up for me. For us. And it only deepens what I feel for her.

I’m ready to end the damn Zoom call and drag her into the bedroom when Liam holds up his phone and gives it a shake.

“Your mom says she has spotty service so she can’t hop on the call but she wishes you a happy birthday.”

Hannah’s attention drops to her lap, where she hasn’t received a response from her mother. She doesn’t want me to hate her mother, but the woman makes keeping that promise pretty damn hard.

My girl plasters on a smile and shifts the conversation, launching into detail about how we want to decorate the nursery.Every one of the guys stays engaged for the next twenty minutes. They clearly love her.

But despite her smiles, she can’t hide the hurt from me.

I’d do anything to make her feel better, so the moment she shuts the computer, I pull out the cock ring and dangle it between us.

“Dude,why do you have so many ones in your wallet?” War asks Noah as he sets the wallet on the table at dinner.

Noah shrugs but Aiden’s the one who answers. “Maybe it’s a thing. Don’t point out people’s things.”

“It’s not a thing.” Noah grunts.

“It’s definitely a thing,” Hannah sings. “He checks every dollar that is handed to him. No idea why though.” Noah glares at Hannah but she simply shrugs. “I just speak the truth.”

“Youdodo that,” Brooks agrees. “Every time we go to the bar you have them break a twenty and ask for ones.”

“You secretly stripping?” Sara teases from beside her man.

I can barely focus on the conversation because of what Hannah is doing to me.

“Why the fuck do you keep moving around?” War grumbles, turning his head and staring me down.

On my other side, Hannah does a shit job at tamping down on the giggles.

I glare at her, then, focusing on breathing steadily, turn back to War. “Just can’t get comfortable. Tell us more about those dollars, Harry.”

I’ll do anything to get the focus off me because Hannah is using a fucking remote control to change the strength and speed of the cock ring’s vibrations, and it’s pure torture. My dick has been painfully hard since she sat down.

When she turns it up as I’m bringing my first bite of steak to my mouth, I growl. “If you want me to last later, I need to eat.”

War chokes on his drink and slams the glass onto the table. “Aw, is Baby Hall having a hard time keeping it up?”

I shove him so hard his chair tips. Fortunately, it goes backward. If I’d made him bump into Ava, he would have beaten the shit out of me.

“I’m not having a hard time with anything,” I say through gritted teeth.

Hannah rubs my back, and I shudder. Just her touch sends tingles up my spine. I grimace and inhale deeply through my nose, trying not to explode in my pants.

“Daniel is learning how to have multiple orgasms without ejaculating.” Hannah breaks into a devilish smirk.

Eyes closed, I shake my head. This conversation is going to go off the rails now. I’m not the least bit ashamed of it. Hell, I used to tell the guys all about Calliope’s column. But in the middle of dinner with all of our closest friends and my girlfriend’s goddamn brother?Witha cock ring vibrating my dick?

Yeah, even saying that sentence back in my head makes me saywhat the fuck?

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