Page 221 of The Holy Grail
“Fucking Gwen,” Malcom muttered, before raising his voice. “You don’t know shit about Gwen. If you did, you’d know the damage was done to mebeforethe divorce, not after, so don’t ever mention her to me again.”
Martin held up his hands. “I’m sorry—”
“Don’t be sorry, just quit being stupid. I’ve never been this happy in my life.Ever.Jules and Evan mean everything to me, and if you can’t see that, you’re on the far end of the douchebag spectrum. And if you can’t be happy for me, then I really don’t want you inmy life, because I don’t want your judgment, or your disapproval, or your concern. I’m not a fucking child.”
“I know you’re not a child, and I can see I was wrong to get into any of this when you’ve obviously had too much to drink—”
“You’d be wrong even if I was stone-cold sober, because it’s none of your business.” Malcom gave his brother a cold look. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m getting my two people and getting the fuck out of here. I’ve had my fill of Monroe Hodge sycophants and frankly, I’ve had my fill of your monstrous house.” Malcom pushed open one of the French doors, causing Jules and Evan to quickly step back. “And just so you know, having a couple of law books on your desk, that you’ve never even read, doesnotmake this room a fucking ‘library’.”
Chapter 74
Malcom’s back door
After stopping only long enough to find Isabel and say goodbye, Jules, Evan, and Malcom left and drove back to their place.
As they were all getting out of their funeral attire in the master bedroom, Malcom asked, “Where’s my tie?”
Evan started laughing, with Jules joining in.
Malcom’s eyebrows drew together. “What’s so funny?”
“You threw it into Martin’s yard,” Evan replied.
“Oh, shit … I did.” Malcom began to laugh as well, but as it faded away, he turned pensive. “That whole thing with my brother was … ” he trailed off, searching for the right word, only to give up and instead ask, “Could you hear us?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No worries. I’ve heard worse, to be honest.”
“Parts of our conversation are a little hazy, but I think I recall talking about my ass being on the table, and hopefully having sex with you soon.”
Evan nodded.
Malcom paused in the process of taking off his pants. “I think I’d like to do it now.”
Jules turned to look at him in surprise.
“Now?” Evan asked.
“Yes. I’m ready for you to … fuck me.”
Evan paused, because he really,reallywanted to, but … “I don’t know. You’ve had a lot to drink today.”
“I really only had three and a half drinks. I’m just a bit of a lightweight when it comes to hard liquor, especially on an empty stomach, but it usually wears off pretty fast,” Malcom insisted. “So, how about we take a nice, long shower, and I’ll drink some water, or Pedialyte, or whatever you want me to drink, then you can prep me with however many plugs you want, and by the time you think my ass is ready for your dick, I should be stone cold sober.”
To Evan’s eyes, Malcom already looked a little less inebriated, so Evan nodded, feeling anticipation course through him. “All right.”
“I’ll get the shower going,” Jules said, rubbing her hands together.
“How does this feel?” Evan asked, as he gently eased a finger into Malcom’s ass.
“Like I have a finger in my—” Malcom abruptly broke off with a deep sigh of pleasure. “Oh, my God.”
Jules, who was sitting up near the headboard and gently running her fingers through his hair as he laid on his stomach next to her, glanced at Evan in mild surprise at Malcom’s response, which seemed a bit much.
“That’s your prostate,” Evan said, as he began massaging it with his finger.Sweet spot, he mouthed to Jules, almost making her wish she had one, if only for butt sex purposes.
