Chapter Fifty-SixEvan
Chapter Fifty-Six
Evan
I lay on the swing reading a book by the porch light, under a blanket. Wes had therapy tonight and after a good railing and ice cream, was now swimming himself senseless in our heated pool.
And I had a delivery of extra spicy noodles coming—perfect after a long day of work.
There was still paperwork to wrap up regarding Rose’s uncle.
He’d been charged for both what had happened at the school and the restaurant.
However, he’d apparently been released on bail, and I had a nagging feeling that it wasn’t over.
My phone buzzed.
Jett
Come outside in a minute
What? I checked the location app. Grace, Jett, and Brennan were almost here. Had Brennan gone with them to the noodle place? I hoped so. I wanted them to be friends.
Giving a brief stretch, I peeled myself off the porch swing and headed out through the garage.
I opened the garage and stood there in my bare feet.
The evening was pleasant, cool but not cold.
A moment later I heard Jett and Brennan’s motorcycles come down the street.
Jett’s motorcycle pulled into the driveway and stopped, the driver using their tippy toes to balance. Brennan, with Jett behind him, joined.
Grace took off her helmet and grinned. “Hey there, good looking, going my way?”
Jett let her drive! My cock strained against my shorts.
“How’d I do?” Grace struggled to put the kickstand down and get off, and I rushed to help her.
“Great. Make your test appointment, and we’ll work our way through the exam book.” Jett hopped off and handed me a bag. “Hey, Hot Stuff, I got you some noodles.” He leaned in for a kiss.
Brennan led his bike into the garage. “Grace, you can’t use Jett’s bike to take the test.”
“Why not?” Hurt tinged her voice as she followed Brennan. “I know how to ride. Promise.”
“Safety, Grace. They won’t let you take the test on something that’s too big for you,” he explained. “I’m not even sure you should practice on it.”
“It’s a little big, but they all are.” She shrugged. “We had to cut down the seat on mine.”
“I agree. I’ll talk to Wes, see if we can get something smaller for you,” I said. Her on a bike was hot, but we needed to be safe.
“Wait to schedule the test because we might have to order something special,” Brennan added. “No one has any issues with it, as long as you’re safe. Taking Jett’s bike anywhere that’s not just around the neighborhood isn’t. How’s that even comfortable?”
“Nothing is my size. I’ve been dealing with that my entire life.” She thought for a moment. “Can I have a sidecar for Wes?”
I laughed at the image. “I love that idea.”
Grace wrapped her arms around me, pressing her face into my chest, her little ass wiggling in happiness. She smelled like Jett and hot sauce. Yum. She also looked adorable in her jacket and boots, holding her helmet, and wearing my shirt.
Brennan snorted. “Wes in a sidecar. I’d pay to see that.”
Jett closed the garage. “I want a beer. Anyone else?”
Grace grinned and said something I didn’t understand as we went into the kitchen and took off our shoes.
“She speaks Mandarin?” Brennan grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge and handed one to Jett. He opened Grace’s and handed it to her. “Evan?”
“I could use a cocktail if you’re offering.” I waggled my eyebrows, snagging a deep kiss from him. The tiniest wisps of Grace clung to him.
Grace looked around. “Where’s Wes?”
Brennan went to the bar cart and mixed me a drink.
“Swimming.” I sat down at the kitchen table and opened my noodles. “Fuck yeah. Wait, you know Mandarin?”
“She made friends with the staff, and they gave her free ice cream at the noodle shop.” Jett laughed, opening his beer, and plopping down at the table with me.
“I don’t know that much.” Grace stood in the window looking out at the pool, the backyard lit up by the lights.
Brennan put down a coaster and my drink, then grinned at Grace. “How about if we go dive-bomb him? It’ll be cold when you get out, but the pool itself is warm.”
“I could do that.” She put her beer down. “I’ll change.”
Brennan put her beer on a coaster. “Let’s just jump in with our clothes on. Though Evan might not want his shirt in the pool.”
Grace ducked her head and chewed on her lower lip.
“I’m okay if you wear my shirt in the pool,” I told her, getting a hint of her anxiety through the bond. It was just a T-shirt.
Brennan got very close but didn’t actually put an arm around her. “We’re at home. It’s okay. I’ll take my shirt off, too.”
He took off his sports coat and neatly hung it on the back of a chair. Brennan also removed his pants, so he stood there in a button down and boxers.
Brennan unbuttoned his shirt and hung it on the chair with everything else.
Taking a deep breath, Grace removed my shirt, standing there in black leggings and a matching sports bra.
My cock got very excited. Jett hooked his leg with mine, eyes dancing with desire. I had no idea what was happening, but I was all for a show with my dinner.
Brennan smiled at her. “See, that wasn’t so hard. If I choose not to wear a shirt, no one fucking cares–and if they do, well, I don’t give a fuck.”
He took off his undershirt, carefully putting it with the rest of his clothes. Pale scars laced his back.
Oh. That’s where this was going.
Something must have happened.
Grace’s face filled with pain. “Your mom didn’t do that to you, right?”
“No, Grace. She can be a bitch but she’s never physically hurt me.” His look softened. “It was a car accident. Years ago.”
It was how he and Jett had met. Jett was first on the scene and had gone with him to the hospital. Katie had been driving, and sometimes, I wondered if that was part of their issues. It certainly was the reason why Brennan didn’t like riding in cars and took his motorcycle whenever he could.
“Let’s go annoy Wes.” Brennan gave Jett and me each a kiss.
He took Grace’s hand and led her out the sliding glass doors onto the back porch.
Grace tagged Brennan and set off running for the pool, Brennan chasing after her.
“What was in those noodles?” I asked, watching as they dove into the pool, laughing and interrupting Wes’ workout.
“I think he’s warming up to her.” Jett took a long drink of beer.
“I’m here for that.” I watched Grace jump onto Wes’ back. “Also, I’m here for him putting his dick in her.” My cock twitched at the thought of Grace pleading for Bren's knot.
“One thing at a time. She’s not really his type. But I’d watch that,” Jett replied.
I took a sip of my cocktail. “Right? You can’t blame me for fantasizing. Did you have fun?”
“I did. But now I’m so fucking curious what lady ass feels like,” Jett admitted quietly.
“I can only speak to that lady ass, but hot damn.” I took another drink, remembering the weekend.
“No one told me that when two people fuck a girl at the same time, you can feel the other dick through her. When Wes was knotting her pussy with me in her ass? Mind blowing.” I readjusted my cock as it tried to escape my pants.
Jett exhaled sharply. “Shit.”
“Maybe one day you’ll get to try a side-by-side comparison.” I grinned.
Jett spat out his beer. “Evan.”
“What?” I grinned. “I told you, I have fantasies. You know that she has three holes , right?”
“Remind me to make you tell me that in great detail.” He gave me a smoldering look.
“Yes, sir.” My eyebrows waggled. I was all for her being the filling between me and Jett. He’d be sweet with her if I asked him to.
“ Please be safe when you play with her. Ask me all the questions, okay? I hear you two sometimes,” he added.
Oh. Did he now? It wasn’t like that, but I could see what that might sound like to him.
“I am. And I will.” It was nice to know that I could go to Jett for advice about her.
“Okay, I wanted to check in.” He nodded.
“Thanks. When I joke about wanting her to like my men, I mean you, too. Please, have a hobby together—or more.” I grinned. They’d look hot together.
“Marti wants me to train her for the Omega League,” he laughed.
“I’d love to watch that. You took her to Cam’s class?”
“I taught Cam’s class.” He rolled his eyes.
“You love Cam’s class.” Him teaching was hot. “Who suggested the noodle place? Not that I mind, I always have room for noodles.” I finished them.
“She did. Ordered a number seventeen and added half a bottle of chili sauce to it. She also likes karaoke. We should bring her with us.” Jett grinned.
“Oh, yes, we should. I guess I should study Mandarin seriously so you three can’t talk about me behind my back?” I teased. Brennan made sure he was fluent in every language he needed for business, since his hotels were all over the place.
“Absolutely. After Wes orders her a motorcycle, we should change the order to add a sidecar–if they make Wes-sized sidecars for Grace-sized motorcycles,” he added.
“Actually, a Riley-sized sidecar would be fun. For when they get sick of alphas and want to go fuck shit up.” I laughed. I’d been trying to get Wes to ride a motorcycle for ages. He didn’t even want to ride with me.
Grace shrieked as Wes put her on his shoulders, and they splashed Brennan. Seeing her with both my alphas warmed my heart–and other things that were already inflamed.
“Thanks for getting me noodles. They were delicious. Should we go join them in the pool?” I stood and threw away the empty box.
“Anytime.” Jett kicked back his chair. “Let’s go. We can’t let them have all the fun.”
“Race you.” Taking my clothes off as I ran outside, I cannon-balled into the pool in only my briefs.
Jett, in boxer briefs, jumped in after.
“Evan.” Grace hopped on my back and started splashing Wes.
“I’m going to get you for that.” Wes tackled her off me and tickled her.
“No, I’m going to get you.” Brennan splashed them back.
Oh, my heart. Between this and last night, I felt like maybe we actually had a chance at being a family with Grace.