Page 131 of Dubious Match
Mmm. My mouth is already watering.
“Cock not being a breakfast food,” I say immediately, climbing onto a chair.
Despite my height, I think everything was created for giants in this place.
Brice smirks as he shrugs as if saying that this is what he gets for asking at all. He’s not wrong, I’m finding that the five of us together are ridiculous in the best ways.
“Travesty or not, here’s your food that is not cock,” Mal purrs, making me shiver as I take my plate from him.
“It looks amazing,” I say, my eyes on him and not the food as he chuckles.
“You’re so much trouble,” Brice says.
“Do you want to watch a Christmas movie after we open presents?” Mal asks.
“Can we watch Miracle on 34th Street?” I ask, brightening as I take a bite of my food. My lashes flutter as I moan, the fluffy bread perfection against the sweetness of the chocolate and cinnamon.
“Yes we can, and fuck, your noises are my favorite part of watching you eat,” Mal groans.
“You watch me eat?” I ask, covering my mouth with my hand.
“Oh yeah,” Felix murmurs.
“It’s my favorite part of meals outside of eating them,” Remy adds, making me blush.
“The addiction runs deep, Baby Girl,” Brice says. “Please don’t let us keep you from eating.”
They’re insane. Smiling, I continue to enjoy my meal and coffee, enjoying the easy banter between us. We don’t have a tree since we’re at a rental, but the various presents are piled up in the living room. Mal cleans in stages as we eat, and the kitchen is immaculate by the time we’re done.
He puts our plates in the dishwasher and starts running it, calling it good enough. They each have their ingrained routines on how they do things, but it makes sense. There’s no pressure for me to mess with the perfection of how it all works.
“Present time?” I ask, getting excited. I love giving gifts.
“Yes,” Brice grins.
Sliding off the chair, I walk into the living room and begin handing out presents. The guys make a little pile in front of me and each other, and then they begin opening their presents.
I gave Malcolm sticky notes in the form of butt plugs, a recipe book, and a new hooded sweater that I fully expect to steal back at some point. His lips twitch at the sticky notes, and I notice the way that he focuses on the recipe book.
Malcolm likes things that are clear cut, and that have instructions to follow so that he can branch out later to put his own spin on it. It’s why he loves to cook and garden.
I also learned recently that he is really good with cars since he used to work on them with his dad. Their fathers were all conspicuously absent from the brunch, and the guys told me that their dads hate the way that the rest of the family acts around them. I asked if they made the same comments that I heard at the brunch, and the four of them said that they didn’t.
Their fathers are supportive of their company, as well as their choices, and that’s the only reason they may allow them to stay in their lives. The rest of their families are cut off though.
My eyes focus on Brice as he opens his present from me, and I force myself to focus off my thoughts.
“Hollis,” he murmurs. It’s a framed photo of all of us. I managed to get one when we were hanging out on the couch together a week ago. “I love this. Is this a voucher for…dance lessons?”
Brice said recently that he has two left feet and didn’t know how to dance. I told him that I’d be the judge of that.
“Are you up for it?” I ask, grinning.
“I may stomp on your foot, baby, but I’m game,” Brice says with a grin.
“You’re a ninja gift giver,” Felix teases me, opening his gift. “A sketch pad?”
“I saw your sketches for mock ups of toys that you make for the guys to pitch for distributors to make,” I say shyly. “They’re really good.”
