6
DALTON
“This is delicious,” I say, scooping up another huge mouthful of chicken and roasted vegetables and shoving it into my mouth. “Seriously.”
“I know, right?” Kain nods, dabbing his mouth with a napkin. “You should see how quickly she rustled it up.”
“It’s the multitasking I’m impressed by.” Blake takes a swig of beer from the condensation-covered bottle and grins. “A woman who can cook and fuck at the same time is like my idea of perfection.”
“You sound like a friggin’ caveman.” Kain grimaces.
“I’m sure Gabriella would love a man who can fuck and change a tire at the same time.”
“Or fuck and organize an expensive date,” I add.
They both turn to me. “Dating isn’t in the deal,” Kain reminds me.
“It was hypothetical.” I’m quick to deny that my train of thought is taking me anywhere outside our arrangement. Whether they believe me is another matter. My mind may have imagined stepping out with Gabriella on my arm, both of us dressed to the nines, ready for an expensive meal. She’s a knockout in sweats and leggings but seeing her in something tight and sexy and getting to treat her to a special evening would be amazing.
I’m getting ahead of myself.
I just need to enjoy the moment. Whenever and whatever the moment might be.
“I can’t believe you won’t tell us about it,” Blake says.
Kain clenches his jaw and lowers his silverware. “I told you that what happens between us and Gabriella separately should stay our own business. Having a big public discussion about it isn’t for me. You’ll find out what it’s like to be with her soon enough. You don’t need me spilling the details.”
“Did you bust a nut in record time? Is that why you’re being so fucking coy?” Blake asks.
“What do you think?” Kain looks between us, his nostrils flaring.
“I’m sure Kain ensured the Nowak name wasn’t damaged.”
Blake nods, amused as always at our youngest brother’s defensiveness and competitiveness. “You must have jerked off like a sixteen-year-old nerd before you went over there.”
“Is that your plan?” Kain asks Blake. I won’t admit that I’ve thought about doing it. Draining the weasel seems like a good idea. When I get to enjoy my part of the deal, I want to be able to make an impression. Just recalling the image of Gabriella’s pussy sets me off. It was like a sweet pink rose, with soft petals I wanted to run my fingers over.
Shit. I’m glad my brothers can’t read my mind. They’d think I’m a complete loser if they could.
I might be the largest of us, but I’m the one with the biggest heart. The softest heart too. At least that’s what our mom used to tell me. She said God sent me first because he knew I’d always be kind to my baby brothers. Sometimes I want to bang their heads together, but I never do because I know she’s looking down on us and I want her to see the best in me like she did before she died.
“Don’t you worry about me,” Blake says.
“His dick has got so many holes in it, he’ll probably struggle to get it up,” Kain snorts.
“Piercings are all about a woman’s pleasure, Kain. Maybe you should think about getting some.”
“Anyone who tries to put needles in my junk is going to lose theirs.”
It’s safe to say that Kain and Blake have very different opinions when it comes to body modification. I’m with Blake on tattoos but Kain on piercings. Let’s just say people would die if they came anywhere near my dick with anything remotely sharp.
“So, who’s next? Can you tell us that at least?” Blake forks his last bite and tosses his silverware down, leaning back with satisfaction and fixing his gaze on Kain.
“She didn’t say. I guess it depends on when she’s horny…and she’s not going to ask for any of us by name. Just put a message out for whoever is available.”
“And leave us to fight it out?” That’s a direct challenge if I ever heard one, but I’m used to Blake being that way. He likes to poke and prod us with his humor and see who’ll be the first to bite back.
Kain licks over his teeth and drinks what’s left of his water, taking his time to reply. “I think we’re mature enough to figure out a way to determine who answers the call.”
I disagree with that sentiment, but I’m not going to say so. “Maybe it would help to set some parameters so that it’s easier to work out. For example, if one of us is available, that’s easy. If two of us are available, it should default to whoever didn’t go last time.”
“And if there’s three of us available, like right now?”
I push my plate into the center of the table and rest my arms against the cool wood. The patience I require for my middle brother is way more than my baby brother. Go figure. “Again, it should default to whoever hasn’t been the longest.”
“Unless she asks for one of us in particular?” Trust Blake to think he’s going to deliver the best dick and be number one on Gabriella’s speed dial. The guy is way too cocky for his own good, and I know I don’t have anything to worry about in that regard.
“Stop trying to suggest you’re the best fuck,” I snort, tossing my used napkin at his head.
“It’s the piercings and my charm. What can I say?” He sticks his tongue out and the metal bar glints.
“We don’t all need metal.” Kain stands and takes his plate into the kitchen, loading the dishwasher before he begins to wash Darleen’s dish. “Whoever is next needs to take this back. And take a big pan or tray so that whatever Gabriella cooks can be brought home.”
“This is like the best deal ever,” Blake practically sings. “Pussy and dinner. It’s like having dessert first.”
“Yeah. Working up an appetite too,” I add.
“My quads took a pounding today,” Kain says. “First with Gabriella and then at training.”
“Coach will be on to you if your performance takes a sudden nosedive,” Blake warns.
“Don’t worry about me. My performance is excellent on both fields of play.”
“Thank god Gabriella can’t hear us.” I shake my head, picking up my phone to check that it’ll notify me if a message comes through. Even though we’re joking with Kain about his performance, I very much doubt Gabriella will be in need of our services tonight. Then again, what the fuck do I know about her sex drive? She could be a nympho who’s permanently attached to that vibrator. I know if I fucked her this morning, I’d be happy to fuck her this afternoon and this evening, too. The word happy doesn’t cut it. I’d be ecstatic to fuck her morning, noon, and night for the rest of my damned life.
And that’s something I’m not going to admit to my brothers.
Blake rises to deal with his plate, too. “While we’re all here, how are we going to explain the food to dad?”
“We could try passing it off as our own?” I suggest.
“Like he’s going to believe that?”
“Darleen?”
“No way. He’d want to go round and thank her for her contributions and then we’d be found out.”
“How about we say we’re paying for a home cooked delivery service?” I suggest. I know there are women who work small businesses from home offering something more wholesome than takeaway. To be honest, I don’t know why we didn’t come up with this idea sooner.
“That sounds like a plan,” Kain agrees.
“So we’ve got our stories straight and decided who’s going and when. I guess I can hit the shower.” Blake heads to the door, humming something he must have heard on the radio on the way home.
When he’s stamped his way upstairs, and Kain has finished with the dish, he returns to his place at the table, eyeing me carefully. “You really okay with all this, Dalton?”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I just know how much of a crush you had on Gab before.”
I straighten in my seat. “Before what?”
“Before we stopped telling each other about our crushes.”
I totally get what he’s saying. There was a time, when I hit sixteen, when I stopped talking about girls with my brothers. At least, stopped confiding the feelings part. I guess Kain is asking me if the way I felt then is the way I feel now. I’m not sure I want to share that with him.
“I’m cool, Kain. Really.”
“Good. Okay. You’ll tell me if you’re not, right?”
“Right.” I nod my agreement even though I feel uncomfortable.
My little brother’s brow draws down for just a moment, then he presses his big hands to the table and stands. “I hope it’s you next,” he says before he heads upstairs too.
“Because Blake’s such a boastful asshole?”
He shoots me a grin and nods.
And I’m left alone, holding my phone, hoping to God that when that message comes, it is going to be me next.