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“You’re just gonna keep arguing with me, aren’t you?”

“Until you do what the hell I want you to do, and what I want is to take you to the fuckin’ beach.”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you or any of this.” Brick hugged Jules tight. “I’ll be honest. Right now, I don’t even care. I’m just so very happy that I’m yours. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Hey now.” Jules kissed Brick’s brow. “That’s just what Daddies do, remember?”

“They shoot people for you and fix flamingos and take you to the beach?”

“Well, this one sure fuckin’ does.” Jules leaned in close and playfully nipped at Brick’s neck. “And a whole lot more.”

“Mmm, yeah, he does,” Brick purred, setting his mug aside to go in for a kiss. “Mm, lots more.”

Jules chuckled heartily, and he cupped Brick’s cheek as he slid his tongue in his mouth.

“Yous guys know I’m still here, right?” Junior asked.

“Get out, Junior,” Jules mumbled, “unless you wanna see my dick again.”

“Got it. Going. Bye!”

Brick heard the front door open, and Junior said, “Nope, nope, turn around and go right back out. They’re ’bout to fuck on the damn couch.”

“But I brought vodka,” Erasmus argued.

“They don’t want none of that.” There was a sound of shuffling feet, no doubt Junior pushing Erasmus back outside. “Let’s go.”

The front door shut, and Brick could distantly hear them arguing as they headed back over to the townhouse.

“Now we’re alone,” Jules declared as he put his mug over on the coffee table next to Brick’s. He pulled Brick around so he was straddling Jules’s hips, and he greedily palmed Brick’s ass.

“And whatever are we gonna do?” Brick asked coyly, sliding his fingers over Jules’s chest. “Since we’re alone, I mean.”

“Whatever you wanna do,” Jules replied, “but I do have some suggestions.”

“And what are they, Daddy?”

“First, I take you upstairs and fuck you real sweet-like down into the mattress. Then we go to bed. In the morning, we squeeze into that tiny ass shower of yours and then get dressed. Once you get your shit packed, we drive to the airport.”

“The airport?” Brick laughed. “You know Wrightsville Beach is only like three hours away, right? Probably less than that depending on how fast you drive.”

“We ain’t goin’ there.”

“Okay. What about Emerald Isle? Oak Island? Topsail?”

“The fuck is a top-sill?”

“It’s actually Top-sail, but if you say it like that, people are gonna look at you funny.”

“We’re not goin’ to any beach in North Carolina.”

“We’re not?”

“Nope. We’re not.”

Brick scoffed. “Well, where the hell are we going then?”

“Just smile, get naked, and trust your Daddy.”

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