“So Jensen,” Mr. Adler said as we were sipping after-dinner drinks. “When were you going to tell us you were defiling our son?” The delivery was so smooth and flat I wasn’t sure if he was kidding.
I glanced between him and Mrs. Adler but they were both deadpan, nothing given away. I kicked Aiden under the table. He shook his head.
“Let up guys. You’re scaring him,” Aiden said, exasperated.
“You think after being at our house as much as he was as a kid, he’d know our humor by now,” Mr. Adler replied.
“He hangs out with Adam too much, dear. He’s too chipper. Didn’t get our sarcasm.” Mrs. Adler turned to me. “We are happy for you two.” She started shoving at Mr. Adler. “Let’s go back to the house and give these two some space.”
Mr. Adler looked me dead in the eyes again. “Have him home by midnight.”
They walked out and I turned to Aiden. “Was he kidding? Because I still can’t tell if he was kidding.”
“They better be kidding because if you leave these beads on my cock all night it’s not my dad you’re going to be worried about.”
My lips split into a smile as I reached across the booth to grab his bulge. “Uncomfortable?”
He gasped before clamping his mouth shut. “Yes.”
“Mmmmm. So sexy when you’re trying to be good in public.” I lowered my voice. “Daddy likes when you’re a good Prince.”
His cock throbbed under my fingers and he scowled at me. “I better get a reward for this.”
“Is that how we ask for things?” I scooted closer, trapping him in the corner and blocking him from view so I could keep playing.
“Yes.” His words were icy, but his cock told me what his lips weren’t saying.
“It sounds like you want to stay here until close.”
“No,” he snapped.
I leaned closer still, putting my elbow on the table and stroking over him. “Then maybe you should change your attitude.”
His stare could have killed and I lived for it. “What do you want?”
“Only for you to ask me to take you to my place…nicely.”
His gaze sharpened and his nostrils flared. There was a war going on behind his eyes.
Ten
AIDEN
Jensen Stuart Hillcrest, will you please take me back to your place and have your way with me?” Every bone in my body fought to not utter those words but in the end, my cock won out. It had been a good battle of wills. I commended my stubbornness.
“Do you actually think my middle name is Stuart?”
“No, but it sounded good in my head so I went with it.” Which was a bit of a white lie, it was the way my stubborn was coming through. “What is your middle name?”
“If you don’t know, I’m not telling you.”
“Does this mean when someone asks me ‘who’s your daddy?’ I can say I don’t know?”
He gave me an exasperated look. “You know who I am.”
“I guess I am sort of acquainted with you. Does anyone know really anyone else?”
“I’ve known you since you were eight-years old. I think it’s safe to say we know each other.”
I picked up my pint. “You could be a serial killer for all I know. You spend a lot of time alone in the forest.”
“Is this what you want to be doing for the rest of the night?”
“It took a lot for me to admit I wanted to come home with you and ask nicely. I have to get the rest of the snark out.” Also a white lie. I could have cut it a little but that would take effort and I wanted to be a little bitchy since he’d made me be nice. Fair was fair.
He gestured at me. “Go ahead.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Of course.” He started to get out of the booth.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“I didn’t say I was going to stick around and listen to any of it,” he whispered and strolled towards the bar.
“That rat bastard,” I muttered.
Jensen leaned against the bar like the sexy asshole he was, chatting easily with my brother. A warm glow started to fill my chest. I was lucky. I couldn’t believe he liked me, pursued me. Wanted me. It didn’t change any of my behavior. I was going to continue to be myself, but it all solidified in my brain. I wanted to do this with him.
I pushed out of the bench and swaggered over to stand next to Jensen.
“Your boyfriend wants to go home,” Adam said in the middle of a conversation without breaking stride. He went right back to something about Pokémon Go. I knew what he was talking about because he’d kidnapped me while in college to hunt Pokémon under the guise I was ‘showing him around,’ only it had been a ruse and I’d ended up with blisters trying to keep up as he jogged after pika-eevee-asaurs. Or something or other. It was nice to bond, but I would have found some more sensible shoes.
“Does he?” Jensen glanced over when Adam stopped, showing him something called a ‘shiny collection.’
“He does.” I stood back, waiting for Jensen to lead me out.
“And?” Jensen asked under his breath.
“Well, now I don’t know what to say other than my balls are bleeding.”
“Welp, that’s enough of this conversation for me.” Adam sauntered off like only a giant bear of a man could.
“There is something wrong with him.”
“He shares your DNA,” Jensen replied, slow sipping his beer like he didn’t have an ass to beat.
“Avery and I are pretty sure he’s the mailman’s baby.”
Jensen blinked at me. “I don’t think we have time to unpack all that.”
I shrugged. “Look at my father and tell me they look at all similar.” Both Avery and I were built like my father. Adam was twice the size and shoulder span.
“Nope, still can’t unpack it all.” He paused with the beer next to his lips not drinking, staring off into space like he was attempting to work something out. “You and Avery talked about Adam when” —he did some mental math— “when you were ten?”
I gritted my teeth and clapped a hand over my mouth. “Shit.”
“Now you have to tell me.”
“Only if you take me home.” I tilted my head to the side and pursed my lips. I was going to hold to it, too. There was no way I was talking about it here where gossip spread like wildfire and everyone was up in everyone else’s business.
I did not need any of that on me with my family Christmas celebration coming up.
Jensen eyed me then chugged his beer, slamming the glass down on the bar top. “See you later, Adam.”
Adam came over to collect the glass. “I see my brother has lured you out with his wild ways.”
“Correct. I’ll settle up next time I’m here.”
He waved Jensen off. “I got ya.”
We had our coats on and were out the door in a minute. I pulled my scarf up around my nose against the bitter wind. The snow had stopped but it was going to be an icy one tonight. Jensen stayed by my side and opened the car for me. I stared at him before slipping in and letting him close it.