Chapter 5
Trick/Jase
King hit the button on the remote to pause the TV as the second quarter of the game ended, so that we could all go upstairs to grab dinner. The tortilla chips and Ella’s homemade salsa that I’d eaten earlier had worn off, and my stomach was ready for some real sustenance.
I heard the faint sounds of the women talking as I followed Lucky up the basement stairs and into the kitchen, only to run into him as he came to a dead stop in the middle of the room.
“What the hell, man?”
Lucky turned to look at me in confusion, then pointed in the direction of the living room where they were having their book club.
“Move it, guys, I’m starving,” King grumbled, shouldering me aside as we blocked the path to the massive spread of food setting out on the large island.
“Shush, listen!” Lucky quietly demanded, again pointing toward the living room. The dude looked seriously freaked out, and it took me a few seconds to figure out why.
“Oh, God, Damian, you feel so good inside me. Harder…oh, yeah, right there.”
“Your pussy was made for me, baby. Now, be a good girl and come for me one more time, Cecilia.”
The groans and slapping sounds that accompanied those words were unmistakable, and I glanced at Lucky in shock.
“Holy shit…I thought they were talkin’ about books, but they’re watchin’ porn,” he said, clearly stunned by the revelation.
Jagger snorted a laugh and shook his head as he walked past us to reach for a plate. “No they aren’t. They’re listening to one of those romance audiobooks.”
Rome nudged his brother aside and grabbed a plate of his own, then began filling it. “Yeah, and this sounds like a good one. Abby and I may have to leave before the game is over.”
King chuckled knowingly as he piled toppings onto the tacos he’d added to his own plate. The sounds of a woman orgasming filled the air – stuttered breaths and throaty gasps followed by deep moans of pleasure that caused my dick to twitch behind my zipper.
“Wait…book porn is a thing?” Lucky asked in amazement.
“Yeah, brother, it’s a thing. A fan-fucking-tastic thing that gets me laid every time Molly listens to it. We’ll probably be leaving early, too,” Jag declared before taking a huge bite of food.
King nodded in agreement, before telling us he’d be kicking us all out early anyway. His shit-eating grin told me all I needed to know about Ella’s reaction to the audiobooks, too.
“Damn, I’ll need to stop to buy more batteries on the way home. Thor and Samson will need them after this!”
The women laughed, and my eyebrows rose, damn near hitting my hairline at that comment from the other room. King just shrugged and muttered, “That’s Camille,” before shoveling another bite of food into his mouth. Ah, Ella’s infamous best friend. I should have known.
“Well, fuck, if I’d known this is what book club is like, I’d have joined the ladies instead of watching that lousy football game.” Lucky grinned as he said it, then ducked as Rome threw his empty water bottle at his head.
“No, you damned well won’t join the ladies,” he groused, earning nods of agreement from his twin and their dad.
Ella walked into the kitchen then, smiling as she saw us all standing around the island with our plates of food before asking if we needed anything else to eat.
“We have plenty, sugar, thank you.” King slid an arm around his wife’s waist and drew her close, whispering something in her ear that made her duck her head and smack his chest lightly.
“The food is delicious, as always,” Jagger told her, and the rest of us chimed in to offer our compliments as well.
Ella was a fantastic cook, and I’d put on a few pounds with all the cookies, cakes, and shit she was always dropping off at the clubhouse for the brothers.
I’d had to add a little extra time to my daily workouts to balance it out. Totally fucking worth it though.
“Are you ladies enjoying your book club?” Lucky’s pointed question drew a glare from King, causing Lucky to take a step back out of striking range.
“Definitely, especially since we’ve discovered Lauren is an audiobook narrator. We were just listening to one of her books, actually.” She turned and walked back into the living room, totally unaware of the bomb she’d just dropped.
I started choking on the refried beans I was eating, as the sexy words I’d heard earlier instantly ran through my head.
“Oh, God, Damian, you feel so good inside me. Harder…oh, yeah, right there!”
Holy fucking shit…that was Lauren?
My dick twitched in my jeans again, more insistently this time, as the memory of that sultry voice washed over me again. Fucking hell, I couldn’t spring a boner in the middle of King’s kitchen. The guys would never let me live it down.
“Oh, man, Viking’s gonna kick my ass when I make a play for his niece,” Lucky muttered in a low voice, “but it will totally be worth it. Fuck, did you hear her when – “
My hand reached up and smacked the back of his head before I even realized I had moved.
“What the hell was that for?”
I gave him a look that would freeze the blood in the veins of most men, not caring at that moment that he was one of my oldest and best friends.
“If you make a move on Lauren, you won’t need to worry about Viking because I’ll kick your ass myself.”
King shook his head at Lucky. “Trick’s right. Lauren doesn’t need you sniffing around her, she’s been through enough bullshit with her cheating ex. She’s Viking’s family and she is to be treated with respect.”
Well, that’s not exactly why I’d stopped Lucky from running his mouth, but since I wasn’t sure what had prompted such a visceral – not to mention violent – response from me, I didn’t say anything to correct him.
Lucky held his hands up as he proclaimed his innocence. “Sorry, you’re right. I didn’t mean any disrespect to her, Prez.”
King nodded, appeased by Lucky’s apology.
As we finished eating, I kept my attention on the women in the other room.
They didn’t turn the audiobook back on, probably because they knew we could hear it.
Their conversation turned to actual books.
Based on the snippets of conversation I could make out, romance books were nothing like I’d always assumed they were.
We went back downstairs and watched the rest of the game, with Jagger assuring us that he’d get laid whether or not he and Molly left early.
Since they occasionally stayed in Jagger’s room at the clubhouse, which was next door to mine, I was sure that was true.
To say that they had an active sex life was a fucking understatement, no pun intended.
Molly was a bit of a screamer, and Jag wasn’t exactly quiet himself.
Lucky got a call from his dad right as the fourth quarter of the game began and cursed a blue streak as he ended the call.
Ace’s bike was acting up again, and he demanded that Lucky fix it tonight.
Even though King assured him that Ace could wait, Lucky headed out to take care of it, stating he’d rather do it tonight than get up at the ass crack of dawn to fix it.
As soon as the game ended, Jagger and Rome both hauled ass upstairs to take their wives home. The book club was breaking up, with Camille staying in King’s guest room since she’d had a few too many margaritas.
Lauren hadn’t been drinking, so she was fine to drive home. Ella told her goodnight, then went to make sure the guest room was ready for Camille. King walked the two of us out, coming to an abrupt stop as he caught sight of Lauren’s car, which was sitting rather lopsided at the curb.
“Damn, sweetheart, you’ve got a flat tire.”
“Shit…not again!” Lauren’s shoulders slumped as King and I both looked at her questioningly.
“I had a flat last Thursday when I came out of the studio. The building custodian put the spare tire on for me, but I haven’t had a chance to get the tire replaced yet.”
“Two flats in less than a week?” That seemed damned odd to me, and King obviously agreed. We stalked over to take a closer look but there didn’t seem to be any visible damage to the tire other than being flat, and the other tires all seemed to be in fairly decent shape.
“You probably just ran over some nails or something lying in the road and one tire just lost air more quickly than the other,” King assured her, then told her he’d drive her home.
“I hate to put you out,” Lauren protested. “I can just call for a ride-share.”
“There’s no need for you to leave, Prez. I can drop her off. I drove one of the club’s trucks today since I had to pick up some new equipment for the gym this afternoon.”
King narrowed his eyes as he looked at me, but I’d had plenty of practice schooling my expression over the years to hide my true thoughts.
“Is that OK with you, Lauren?” I didn’t take offense at King’s question, knowing he was just looking out for her.
Lauren hesitated, offering again to call for a ride so she wouldn’t be a bother.
“It’s no trouble, and I wouldn’t feel right having you get a ride home with a stranger at this time of the night,” I told her.
“Well, if you’re sure you don’t mind, I would appreciate it.”
“I don’t mind at all, babe.” I winked at her as I said it, and she looked as if she immediately regretted her decision. Luckily, King distracted her when he told her he’d have a prospect fix her tires. She tried to protest, but he overrode her.
“You’re family, Lauren, and it’s what we do for family. The prospect will drop the car off to your place early in the morning, so you’ll be able to get to work.”
She handed him the key fob for her car, then thanked him again as I hurried over to the truck’s passenger door and opened it for her before she changed her mind.
I tried not to stare at her ass as she climbed in and settled into the seat, but it was impossible not to.
I never claimed to be a fucking Boy Scout, and damn, her ass was a work of art.