Page 69 of Say I Do

“I’ll do it,” Harlow said, his words barely above a whisper. “It was my fuck up.”

There goes my stupid heart again.It pounded away in my chest as if it was trying to run a marathon. As I stared at Harlow, he glanced at me and shoved up a middle finger. I chuckled at his antics.Okay, so he’s insane, but… he’s almost sweet.

I watched as he slipped into a pair of lacy blue panties. They looked good against his bruised skin. I pulled them away from his body, and he slapped at me.

“This is the only thing that’s keeping the toy in!” He panted. “Fuck, I might not be on my feet for long.”

“Make it work,” I whispered against his ear before I tugged it between my teeth. “Wait.” I pulled back. “Is that another pair that Tony bought you?”

“All of them except the purple ones,” he said. “Why?”

I ripped the panties from his body as he protested. Once they lay on the floor, destroyed, I went after the ones in the bedside table. I collected all of them except the purple pair and carried them into the bathroom. Tossing them in the tub, I poured rubbing alcohol on top before I found matches in the medicine cabinet. I struck one and tossed it in as Harlow limped his way to the doorway.

“You motherfucker!”

“You only wear what I buy you from now on. Got it?”

“You are such an asshole.”

“Yeah.” I shrugged. “But I’m your asshole.”

“How the helldid you break your table?” Giancarlo grunted as he helped me lift it.

“Don’t ask.”

Harlow had cleaned up the Chinese food mess and was in a bath after I cleaned out the tub. Yeah, he was pissed, but I was in the right. Why the fuck would I allow a man to buy him underwear? I was capable of doing that. I’d promised him a shopping trip after the fire went out. Besides, we needed clothes for the wedding rehearsal anyway.

“Oh, you were being nasty,” Giancarlo said as he grinned at me. “I thought you were straight.”

Irritation worked up my spine. “I am.”

“Dude, no one who’s balls deep in their husband every night is straight. I need you to wake up and realize that choking on cock makes you at least, just the tiniest bit, bisexual at least.”

“I don’t choke on—” I blinked as the memory of Harlow’s cock down my throat filled my brain. “What the fuck are we talking about!” I snapped.

Giancarlo burst out laughing. “You have to admit it’s bullshit,” he said. “Enzo!” He called as our brother stepped off the elevator. “If you’re sticking your dick in a guy’s asshole every night, you’re at least a little bit queer, yes or no?”

“Yes,” Enzo said. “Logically, you can’t be straight if you enjoy being around a man so much.” He looked me up and down. “Is this about you?”

“Yeah, it is!” Gin chuckled as he slapped me on the back. “Our poor Benito is confused. Bi-curious, I’d say.”

“Well, he’s already had a boyfriend,” Enzo said flatly. “So I doubt it’s simply bi-curiosity.”

“Don’t,” I warned Enzo as he teetered on the brink of bringing up Brycen.

“I wasn’t,” he muttered. As Tex joined him, he took the cleaning supplies from him. “Let’s go in,” he snapped.

Tex waved before the two of them disappeared inside.

Gin whistled. “He’s in a mood. You gotta remember Brycen was a problem in both of your pasts. He’s not bringing it up to bother you or anything.”

I turned and punched my brother in the stomach. He doubled over, choking and coughing as he dropped to his knees. I shook my fist out.

“What did we say about mentioning that name?”

“Don’t,” he wheezed out. “No, you’re right. My bad. I fucked up.”

“Gin!” Ash rushed over to Giancarlo and crouched beside him. “What happened?” he asked me.

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