Page 3 of His Surrender
“For the last time, our relationship isn’t like that,” Emery said, irritated.
“Yeah, but you like when I call you Daddy sometimes,” Cason countered with a shit-eating grin. The look Emery gave him told me he’d be punished later. It was hot.
I stood and grabbed three wineglasses from the cabinet before pouring each of us some.
“Dinner’s done.” Cason slapped each of the steaks on a big plate and piled oven-roasted potatoes on the side before carrying them over to the table.
Emery smiled as he watched Cason, and the amount of love in his eyes was enough to make me feel a bit… something. Not jealous, because I didn’t feel that way about Emery. But I definitely had some kind of weird reaction seeing them both so happy.
Probably relief, I told myself. Because there was no way on God’s green earth that I wanted to fall in love.
“See, babe,” Cason said, setting Emery’s plate in front of him. “This is how you cook a steak.”
They exchanged a look before busting out into laughter. I didn’t know what was so funny.
“Care to share?” I asked.
“One of the first times we hung out, Em tried to cook me dinner and ended up burning the steaks to a crisp.” Cason giggled as he sat down.
“Hung outis an interesting way to put it,” Emery said before lifting the wine to his lips.
“Nowthatsounds like a story worth sharing.” I grinned as Cason’s gaze flashed to me. He really was a stunner. Light brown hair, brown eyes, and an athletic build. Best of all, he had a fun-loving personality. It was hard not to smile when you were with him.
“Not a chance,” Emery said, putting an end to that idea real fast.
Cason laughed at his man’s too-serious expression and cut into his steak. So did I. It was a beautifully cooked medium, and my mouth watered before I even took a bite. The juices exploded on my tongue, and I had to suppress a moan.
Nothing was better than sex in my book, but that damn steak came close.
Over dinner, Cason talked about college. He’d passed his first semester and had started his second that week. As a Criminal Justice major, he was in a lot of the same classes I’d taken too—some even with the same professors.
Being with the two of them was nice, but around nine o’clock I was ready to head out.
“Thanks for dinner,” I told Cason before looking at Emery. “See you in court next week.” Though I was sure I’d see him again before then.
They walked me to the front door and said bye as I stepped outside. Before the door even closed, Emery was already pulling Cason against him and planting a kiss on his lips. I smiled and continued toward my car, reaching for my phone. I scrolled until I found the name I wanted.
“Hello?” a husky voice answered.
“Ready to fuck?”
Fitness Guy—whose name was Daniel, or maybe it was David—emitted a low growl. “Hell yeah.”
Why change when I loved my life as it was?
***
“Uncle Jay!” Foster jumped up off the couch and ran toward me as I came through the front door of my brother’s house Friday afternoon.
“Hey, Foss the Boss.” I hugged him as he threw his arms around me, his head only reaching my chest, and I ruffled his brown curls. “How’s it goin’?”
“Good.” He pulled back and adjusted his glasses that had gone askew. “Dad’s in the garage working on his bike.”
Ivan worked as a mechanic, and in his spare time as a hobby, he stripped and rebuilt bikes and cars. It sounded like way too much of a headache for me, but then again, he thought the same about me being an attorney.
“Thought I heard your voice,” Ivan said as he came through the side door from the garage, wiping his oil-stained hands on a rag.
His blond hair was shaved nearly to the scalp on the sides and longer on top. He’d followed in Dad’s footsteps and gone into the Marines right out of school, but he’d gotten a medical discharge nine years in after he’d lost his leg during a Humvee explosion. He had a prosthesis now from the knee down.
