Page 57 of Fluke
“Do you need help with anything, Damaris?” I ask.
“No, just enjoy yourself, sweetheart. We’re down a few people today. Foxx is still out of town. Maddox had to show a house to someone, and Ashley went with him. Brooke went to Honey’s for dinner because she’s still not well.”
Honey? Not well? Wait a minute…
We enter the kitchen to noise and scents andfamily. Banks and Moss sit at the table, looking at something on Banks’s phone. Kixx stands behind them, a cup in his hand, dissecting whatever is on the screen. Steam rolls from the pots and pans on the stove, and whatever it is—it smells amazing.
Kixx looks up. “Hey, Pippa! Good to see you. I heard you’re a part of the madness for the next week.”
My heart pounds. “Yeah. I’m officially your son’s fake divorcée.”
I hold my breath, not sure what the reaction will be. Jess said he told them, and they were all okay with this scenario. But standing here with them all looking at me is a different thing altogether.
“I bet you divorced him over his attitude,” Banks says. “He’s a dick.”
Everyone except Jess laughs. He glares at his youngest brother instead.
I turn toward the kitchen.
“Or,” Banks says, “you might’ve left him because you’ve been sitting on my face.”
I spin around to face him. Moss’s head whips to his brother. Jess looks like he’s going to throttle Banks.
“What?” I ask.
Banks grins. “My face is stuck to your ass.” He points at me. “I mean … really.”
I reach around to the back of my dress and feel something sticky. I pull it off and look at it—and burst out laughing. So does everyone else … except Jess.
“You took that the wrong way, didn’t you?” Banks smirks, his question directed at Jess. “I’m disappointed you think I’d be that disloyal to you, my brotherhood buddy. But I’m also proud that you think I could pull her in.”
“Change the subject before I stuff you in your rooster and roll you back home,” Jess says, sitting at the table.
“I thought you gave him a few hours to get that moved?” Moss asks. “It’s been days.”
Jess’s temple pulses. His posture is stiff. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so … bothered. He’s normally so easygoing, but he’s obviously hit his limit today.
Maybe a part of his frustration is from me.
“If you’re sure you can walk away when we get home from the trip, then I’m going to get every last moment that I can with you. I’ve waited almost my whole life for this.”
What does that mean? As if staying away is simply impossible, I walk across the room and stand behind him. My hands rest on his shoulders before I begin working them around, massaging the thick muscles.
It takes no time at all for him to relax into my touch. It takes even less time for me to realize this was a terrible idea in front of people. My sex clenches, desperate for relief—begging for the attention he’s promised it.
“You know what?” I ask. “I like Jess’s big cock. I hope he keeps it while I’m around.”
Banks throws his hands up in the air.
Moss shakes his head. “Well-freaking-played.”
Kixx chuckles. “You know what, Pippa? I like you.”
I laugh. “I’m glad.”
Jess snakes his hand around the back of the chair and grips my leg. He squeezes it, clasping it tightly as if it’s a promise of what’s to come.
I pat Jess’s shoulder and then step away. Every cell in my body tingles—every nerve ending is frazzled.
