Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Everyone, including me, nods or agrees out loud that we will.
“Me and Spencer are seeing Aubrey.”
No one seems surprised by this news and I already knew. The three of them are always glued together. Spencer, who’s now out and proud, draws Audrey to him for a messy kiss. Hugo sighs in exasperation but doesn’t chide his son.
“And she’s pregnant,” Hugo continues. “With our baby.”
Willa squeaks out a happy yelp. “Aubrey, you’re pregnant? We’re going to have babies together!”
Aubrey pushes Spencer away to look at Willa. “You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be mad?” Willa asks, confusion making her nose scrunch. “Babies are wonderful.”
“You’re so excited about being pregnant and everyone is happy for you,” Aubrey says sadly. “I didn’t want to take any of the limelight away from you.”
Willa shakes her head in vehemence. “No, hon, I’m really happy. I’m sure everyone else is too. We can share the limelight.” She smiles in an encouraging way. “This is good news.”
“I mean, I knew what you three dirty dogs were up to, but I’m still fuzzy on the actual details. Do you two dick each other down?” Dempsey asks Spencer with a chuckle, clearly amused by his own question. “How does this work exactly?”
Dad stands from his chair, shooting his youngest son a fiery glare. “That’s enough, Dempsey. You’ll respect their relationship and asking about what goes on behind closed doors is unacceptable.”
“Tell me later,” Dempsey mouths to Spencer.
Jamie, Gemma, and Willa all get up to go hug Aubrey. I’m lost in their smothering affection over her when I feel something warm slide over my thigh.
Jerking my gaze from the girls to my leg, I find Tate’s hand resting there. I snap my head his way to find him smiling at me as he leans closer.
“They’re going to be okay,” Tate murmurs, eyes twinkling. “You all will.”
I know he’s touching me in a friendly, easy way I should be happy about, but all I can think about is how all the blood is rushing toward my cock. It swells and swells until my erection strains against my pants, threatening to rip right through the material.
What would it feel like to have his small hand slide up over my length?
Like fucking heaven.
But all I deserve is hell.
I push away from the table, the legs of the chair scraping over the wood. Several heads snap my way, concern in their features. Fire lashes at my cock and a stinging burn remains in the wake of where his hand was just on my thigh. I stagger to my feet and quickly turn on my heel to hide my blatant hard-on.
“Jude?” Dad calls out. “Just what the hell is wrong with you?”
“Not hungry,” I snarl. “Congrats on the baby, though.”
There. I wasn’t a total asshole.
I just need a second. Alone. With my hand. And then I’ll be fine.
Or…I’ll just want a helluva lot more.
Tate
He was turned on.
Holy shit, he was turned on.
Dinner goes by in a blur, but all I can think about is being face to face with Jude’s erection. I’m not sure anyone else saw, which is good. I, however, can’t stop thinking about it. All I did was touch his leg.
But the simple touch excited him and he bailed.
I mean, I would bail too if I got hard at a dinner with my family.
I’m such an idiot. Touching him on our walk to Nathan’s house felt easy and comfortable. I guess when I leaned over and put my hand on his thigh, I wasn’t really thinking about how that would make him feel. Or physically react.
My heart aches at the thought of no one ever touching him intimately. Based on what I’ve learned so far about Jude, he stays hidden behind his self-made walls, always protecting his broken heart.
I shouldn’t have touched his leg like that.
I stifle a heavy sigh as Gemma and Jamie clear the table. Nathan retired to his office once Callum and Hugo left, taking their people with them. Dempsey abandons texting on his phone to shoot me a questioning look.
“Not in a hurry to get back to Freak Mansion?”
I smirk and give him a small shrug. “Guess not.”
“Come on. We can shoot the shit outside.”
After I tell Gemma and Jamie bye, I follow Dempsey outside to the front porch. He tosses a blanket at me and gestures for me to sit in one of the wicker chairs. I wrap up in the blanket, thankful for his thoughtfulness, and sit. He dons a black leather jacket that doesn’t appear to be very warm, yet he doesn’t shiver or otherwise indicate he’s cold. Once we’re settled, he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and lights up.
A puff of exhaled smoke billows out in front of him and he fidgets with the cigarette between his fingers. It’s clear he’s on edge too. Even though we spoke earlier at length about his place in this family and how he feels about it, I still feel like we barely scratched the surface with him.