CHAPTER 11
Zeke
I woke on Saturday morning feeling as though I’d slept in a strange place. I figured it had to do with the fact there were people in my house. I was used to solitude. Just me and Tank. My subconscious seemed to know that the cowboy and the pretty boy were there, although I couldn’t see them.
Having observed them at dinner, I opted out of having them sleep in the cage beneath my bed.
I could tell they were exhausted, likely more so from their trip than the scene at the club.
I wasn’t one to be gentle on my toys, but I figured a full night’s sleep would be good for them.
It would prepare them for what I had in store.
The sound of metal clinking on metal mixed with the deep baritone of male voices rang up the stairs.
Since I’d given the cowboy instructions to cook breakfast, I could only assume he was extremely obedient.
I figured Tank was down there keeping him company because he was no longer sprawled out along the foot of the bed.
I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand.
“Fuck,” I grumbled. It was already eleven o’clock. Granted, it had been a late night—I hadn’t closed my eyes until right around three—but it wasn’t like me to sleep late, regardless.
So, maybe the cowboy was making lunch instead.
With the curtains pulled back, the sun shone in, the golden rays bouncing off the water of the lake a few yards below. I had bought the house for the view alone. It settled something inside me. I spent plenty of time out on the deck or in the yard simply admiring the view.
My stomach growled, a direct response to the scent of bacon wafting up the stairs. Having enjoyed the cowboy’s cooking last night, I was curious as to what he would come up with this morning. While beef stroganoff wouldn’t have been my first choice, I certainly couldn’t complain.
Swinging my legs over the bed, I stretched before heading into the bathroom to take a piss.
My eyes fixed on the shower, the memory of the pretty boy on his knees.
That fuck toy gave a phenomenal blow job, that was for damn sure.
I’d fully intended to take my pleasure from both of them, but when I’d noticed the cowboy could hardly keep his eyes open during the meal, I’d decided to wait.
After all, I didn’t want them to be bored today.
I finished up in the bathroom, pulled on a pair of jeans, then headed downstairs. My feet stopped on the bottom step when I noticed I had unexpected company.
“Morning, Zeke,” Jamie said cheerfully, a wide smile on her face. “You sure slept late.”
I glanced over at the cowboy, who was standing at the island cooktop, dutifully preparing what appeared to be breakfast. The pretty boy was setting the table.
Everything appeared normal. Too normal. I wasn’t used to having this many people in my house.
I didn’t bring fuck toys back here for a reason.
I didn’t care for them to interact with my sister, but those were things I’d considered before I propositioned these two.
Part of me was glad I hadn’t ordered them to walk around naked. That had been my intention. I would have to figure out something if my baby sister planned on dropping in unannounced.
“What’s up?” I asked her, accepting her hug when she danced over to me.
She took one step back, then reached out … and pinched my fucking nipple.
“Oww. What the hell was that for?”
Jamie’s stern gaze met mine, the smile long gone.
Fuck.
“We have to talk,” she demanded.
Great.
“Can we do it while we eat, ’cause I’m starving?”
She pivoted toward the kitchen. “It looks like you’ve brought your toys home with you.”
I glared at her. How the fuck would she know that? Had they said something? Did my kid sister know the details of my lifestyle? Or was she fishing? Hoping to get a rise out of me?
Deciding to ignore her, I put my hand on her back and steered her toward the breakfast nook.
I didn’t have a formal dining room because I’d had the space redesigned.
There was one table where I consumed all my meals.
No place for fancy get-togethers. I didn’t need that shit. I was a simple man with simple tastes.
“Breakfast is ready,” the cowboy announced.
“We really are gonna talk, big brother,” Jamie hissed. “I’m mad at you.”
“I figured that out already. Now sit.”
“You want to do this in front of your guests?” she asked, her words lacking the usual chipper tone.
“Sure,” I told her, motioning toward the table. “Why not?”
The cowboy’s eyes swung over to me, and I could see the concern there. God only knew how long Jamie had been here or how much she’d been pestering them this morning.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said as she spun around and headed in the direction she had come from. “Here, Brax. Let me help with that.”
She was on a first-name basis with him? When did that happen?
The cowboy dished food on the plates, then Jamie delivered them to the table.
“Where’s Tank?” My dog was nowhere in sight.
“In the yard,” Jamie answered. “I fed him already. He’s taking his afternoon stroll.”
“It’s not after noon,” I argued.
“Same difference,” she said, still glaring at me.
“Sit,” I ordered the pretty boy when he shot those confused eyes my way. “Eat.”
The four of us took our seats after the food, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, and what appeared to be waffles, and drinks, orange juice, apple juice, and coffee, were set out. I watched the three of them carefully, wondering what the hell they’d spent the morning talking about.
Jamie was the one to speak first after downing half a glass of apple juice.
“So, imagine my surprise when I decided to go out to a club last night,” she began. “Catrina and Elle got right in, no issues. But the moment I handed over my ID, I learned I’d been blacklisted.”
I downed half my coffee, the heat scorching my throat. I ignored it.
“What did you do, Zeke?” she demanded, her hands fisting on the table.
“I…” Rather than answer, I shoveled eggs into my mouth and shrugged.
Jamie frowned. “You are such an asshole.”
The pretty boy chuckled, his eyes remaining on his food. I contemplated punishment while I tried to come up with a response.
“Zeke, I’m serious,” Jamie said, her tone changing from anger to disappointment.
“Fuck.” I took another sip of coffee. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to talk about it now.”
“Too bad. I’ve spent some time with your new toys this morning. I think they can handle it.”
Two sets of green eyes shot over to me. I imagined they were waiting for me to excuse them. While I wanted to, I figured it was probably best to have an audience. Less chance of my baby sister throwing knives at me.
Before I could answer, Jamie turned her attention to the boys.
“I’m not sure if he’s told you, but yesterday, I asked my big brother if he’d let me go to Dichotomy.”
The pretty boy damn near choked on his bacon, his eyes flying up to mine. I cocked an eyebrow. Yeah. It’s like that, pretty boy.
“I took his rejection with grace,” she said sweetly.
I snorted. “That’s what you call your little tantrum?”
She ignored me. “Since Dichotomy’s not the only kink club in town, I figured I had options. So, a couple of my friends decided we’d go check out one of the others.” Her dark eyes shot my way. “I’ve been blacklisted, Zeke! From at least three clubs.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I told you to stay away from the clubs, Jamie.”
“Yeah. I heard you. Then I realized something.”
I waited for her to continue, knowing I wasn’t going to like it.
“I’m twenty-four years old. I live on my own. I’m actually an adult, adult-ing all day, every day. So, it’s my right to do whatever I want to do.”
“You have no idea what goes on in these clubs, Jamie.”
“Actually…” Her gaze bounced from face to face before landing on me. “I kinda do. More so now that I’ve seen your new toys in action.”
The cowboy dropped his fork and picked up his orange juice. I watched him closely.
“In action?” I asked, my gaze darting between the three of them.
“Let’s just say, I don’t think they were expecting company this morning,” Jamie said with a grin. “They had to make a mad dash to get clothes when I walked in.”
Oh, hell.
My stomach churned, my breakfast threatening to come back up. I reached for my coffee and downed it in one gulp, relishing the burn. When it was empty, I pushed to my feet and stomped into the kitchen.
“Case, how old were you when you went to your first kink club?” Jamie asked.
The pretty boy’s eyes shot over to me, and I frowned. I already knew the answer to that. As much as I wanted him to keep that to himself, I wasn’t the sort who lied to my sister. Nor did I condone anyone else doing it. I offered a nod as I carried my mug back to the table.
“I was … uh … twenty-two.”
Jamie’s eyes flew back to me. “Twenty-two, Zeke. Did you hear that? He was twenty-two. That’s—”
“Two years younger than you,” I filled in. “Yeah. I get it, Jamie.”
“If you don’t mind me asking…” the cowboy interjected. He appeared to have composed himself. “What is it about a kink club that interests you?”
That was a damn good question.
All three of us turned our attention to my sister, eager to hear whatever nonsense would come out of her next.
Brax (the cowboy)
Jamie Lautner was adorable.
Six feet of willowy brunette with a quick smile and a sassy side that had kept Case and me laughing for the past two hours since she’d arrived. Admittedly, I’d been shocked when she glided through the front door as though she owned the place.
Unfortunately, Case and I had been naked. Admittedly, it had been my idea. I figured it would be an interesting way to greet Zeke when he woke up.
Lesson learned.
The minute she appeared in the doorway, I had raced up the stairs with Case right on my heels.
We quickly pulled on clothes while I tried to battle back the intense blush that had infused my entire fucking body.
We returned a few minutes later to find she was still there, a brilliant smile on her face.