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Staring at him for a couple of seconds, the determination was clear in his eyes. “Okay. If you say you want to, we’ll do it.”
“Okay.”
Giving him a half-hearted smile, I turned to the men who’d inspired us to get together. This… This was the next step in determining our lives, our path, and as long as I had Liam by my side, anything was possible.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
THORNE
Using the heel of my boot, I nudged my bike’s kickstand into position. With gentle guidance, I angled the handlebars before swinging my leg over the seat. Loosening the velcro, I tugged the gloves from my hands, making quick work of my helmet.
I was able to secure a parking spot right in front of the bar Matt and I had selected. Pity the poor bastard because, lacking my ability to slip into tight spaces, pun definitely intended, he had to park his car a few blocks down.
Alone—my least preferred form of existence. With various onlookers casting their attention my way, I merely raised an unamused brow and walked around the gaggle of women on the sidewalk who wasted no time letting me know they found me attractive.
If Oren were here… the cops would definitely be called.
Nudging the door open, I stepped inside with my helmet tucked under my arm. With one quick once over, I fixated on a spot near the end of the bar and away from the rest of the patrons. Slipping onto the leather barstool, I made myself as unpresentable as possible—arms folded over my chest with my “resting dick face,” as Oren called it, on full display—and trainedmy attention on the hockey game playing on the large flatscreen in front of me.
As the bartender worked her way to me, a hand clasped my shoulder, squeezing softly. “Resting dick face, huh?”
“Oh hell,” I groaned, rolling my eyes as Matt joined me at the bar. “YouandOren?”
“I mean, the man taught it to me. It’s fun to spite you every once in a while.” Grinning, his arms slapped against the table as he turned to face me. “So… What’s up?”
Without wasting a beat, I smirked. “How was your dick down?”
Rattling off his order to the sweet redhead behind the counter, he immediately whipped his head to me. “Mywhat?”
Unbothered by his embarrassment, I glanced at the woman. “Whiskey neat, please?”
“Sure, doll.”
With her wandering off, I focused on Matt again. “Isaid,how was yourdick down?You know? With Levander? Don’t tell me you didn’t get your cock wet, pussy.”
Matt rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth lifted. “I think soaked is the appropriate answer. The man is an innocent baby, but hell, he sure knows how to use his ass.”
“Innocent and corrupted byyou?” Running a hand through my hair, I shook my head. “You are quite literally the worst influence we could’ve given him.”
“Or the best, depending on who’s asking.” Grabbing his drink from the bartender, he took a sip from his stout. “AndI learned from the finest,commander.”
His tone was playful, hinting at not only our deep, intertwined past but all the moments we’d shared. There was a slight glossiness to his eyes, and while he didn’t outwardly state it, I knew he’d missed this, too.
Jutting my elbow into his side while he was mid-swig, I huffed a laugh. “Learned from the finest, huh? What did I teach you then,second?”
Spewing beer onto the bar, he quickly grabbed a napkin, wiping over the area while coughing. “J-Jesus… Wrong… Wrong pipe.”
Collecting himself, he brushed the wetness from his beard as the silence quickly turned into spouts of untamable joy. “God, you’re as delightful as ever. And yes, you’ve taught me everything.Especiallyhow to have a relationship… I mean, a real one like you do with Oren.”
Now it was my turn to choke on the whiskey the bartender had slid toward me as she passed. “Relationship?You?”
Matt grinned. “Mhm. I have a boyfriend. Like… anactualone.”
“So you and Levander are… official?”
“Yes. I’m a Mafia housewife now.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Matthew.”
