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Brendan points at the lace pair. “Dude, no, the purple ones!”
All at once, Quincy and Arik lunge, grabbing up their choices.
I take a moment to meet each of the girls’ eyes. “Thank you for your time and your panties, ladies. Now”—I give the two girls I’ve been standing between a gentle nudge—“please exit around the side of the house. Your presence is no longer required.”
“But—”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You heard him.” Bear intimidates without hardly meaning to, stepping toward these girls, who shift away from him. “See you some other time.”
When they hesitate in their exit, Mason steps forward, aiming the full force of his cold stare on them. “If you don’t leave right fucking now, you aren’t welcome here ever again. Get the fuck out.”
I blink, then laugh at the way they burst into action, scampering across the yard, every single one of them sans panties. If we didn’t have business to attend to, maybe I’d have taken one of them on, let them try to convince my dick that Lennon is nothing special. I grit my teeth together, and without meaning to, I let my eyes find her again. She slowly slips the lollipop into her mouth, twirling the stick between her fingers and thumb so the candy spins in her mouth. She doesn’t look away.
“Duke?” Bear touches the middle of my back with the palm of his hand, stealing my attention. “What are these fine young men doing with their newly acquired panties?”
“Well, first. Quincy? Arik? You two fuckers understand now that Friday nights aren’t for bringing a gaggle of girls around just to fuckin’ show off your new status here at Bainbridge Hall? You’re grunts. You haven’t shown us much of anything yet.”
Quincy nods his head. “Yes, sir.”
Arik is a little less cooperative, a sly look stealing over his face, dark eyes narrowing on me. “Yeah. Okay. Understood.”
I nod, pausing a moment to let our expectations sink in. “Okay. So, if you’d like to join us tonight, I’ll allow it.”
Mason leans forward to get my attention, his brow furrowing.
I shake my head. I know what I’m doing. “You have two pairs of panties. If you’d like to be part of this meeting tonight, you’ll go into the pool house, strip, and decide which pair of panties you want to wear tonight. Bring the other pair back out with you.”
The look on their faces is priceless.
“What the fuck are you two waiting for?” Bear raises his brows.
Mason chimes in with “Either do it or go to your room and start packing, as you’ve proven you can’t hang.”
“Lennon?” I get her attention. “Can you remind the guys of the rules they’re supposed to have learned?”
She tilts her head, studying me for a quick second before nodding. “Yep. Obey, demonstrate loyalty, and keep your fucking mouths shut.”
“See? Lennon’s got it. The two of you’ll get a chance to show us what you’re made of tonight. Unless, of course, you’re pussies. If that’s the case, get the fuck out of my face.”
I inhale. Exhale. Jut my chin in their direction. Faces pale, they turn tail, hurrying to the pool house.
I shrug. “They have to learn. Feel free to get drinks or whatever. We’ll wait for them, assuming they follow through.”
“I need something strong for this, I think.” Mason jerks his head toward the house. “I’m going for the vodka. Anyone else want some?”
Raising a hand, I nod. “Yes, please.”
Bear shakes his head, grunting, “Game tomorrow.”
I watch Mason take off, stopping to ask if Lennon needs anything before he heads inside. I tear my eyes away to find Bear looking at me strangely.
“You okay?” He scrubs his hands over the scruff lining his jaw, golden eyes glittering with concern. “I know yesterday was—”
“Not the time or the place. Fuck off,” I growl, my jaw setting hard. I don’t know which he was going to bring up, the threesome I walked in on or Lennon calling out my hard dick in front of the other two. Either way, he can fuck right off.
Bear lifts his hands, stepping away from me. Under his breath, he mutters, “Right. Got it.”
