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Isaiah shrugs. “I mean, I prefer your nannies to have tits and a strong desire to sleep with me, but besides that, he wasn’t terrible.”
“Wouldn’t mind being a mother to a thirty-year-old man,” I add. “Is okay with a disgusting apartment. Knows how to cook and clean since you’re a literal man-child and refuse to do so.”
“And Ace,” he calls out. “Keep your dick in your pants. We all know how fucking fertile you are, and I’m too young and too goddamn attractive for someone to be calling me Grandpa.”
Isaiah turns back to me with a mischievous smile. “Who is it?” he calls out in a sing-song voice.
Max blushes, burying his head into the crook of my neck, knocking off his little ball cap in the process.
My eyes dart to Isaiah. Case in point—my brother, who is frozen like a statue in the kitchen, silent but mesmerized.
“He’ll be on his hands and knees most of the time.” “As all men should be.”
“You’ll be watching?” “The game? Or your ass?” “Both.”
My son looks over to me, a little grin on his lips as if he were silently telling me that, despite my best efforts, she’s staying.
“Woof! Woof!” Max barks, pointing at the bread. “Do you like doggies?”
“Well, my way sounded a whole lot more poetic than that, but yeah, don’t have sex with my pitcher.”
A small smile spreads on Ryan’s lips but he tries to cover it with his coffee mug; all the while Zanders stares at me like I told him someone kicked his dog.
“Oh, you’re so gonna sleep with her.” Zanders laughs. “Hate sex or make-up sex. One of the two.”
Miller takes the steps leading up to my porch, bypassing me for the front door, but I gently grab her wrist to stop her, pulling her back until her chest bumps into mine. My voice is low and sincere. “I’m sorry. About the other night.”
“God,” she moans, head falling back. “I can’t wait to hear you say that in the bedroom.”
“If you’re as terrible of a listener in the bedroom as you are in real life,
Miller, I can promise you this, you wouldn’t be allowed to come.”
“And I look good in your kitchen.” I attempt to hold back, but fuck it, I like sparring with this woman. “That you do.”
“Rhodes, you’re on my table tonight,” Kennedy, one of the trainers, says. “I’m rubbing you down.” Isaiah stops mid-dance, his eyes going wide with excitement because well, he’s in love with Kennedy.
Isaiah uses both hands to quickly cover his dick while standing bare-ass naked next to Kennedy’s training table. “Well, you said to strip down and I got excited.”
“Oh, holy fuck!” he screams, biting into the padded table to muffle the sound. He lets out a strangled whimper, his voice cracking. “Kenny! Kenny!” “That’s it, baby. Let it out like a real man.”
“If you like pain so much, get back on this table.” She pats the cushion. “Kenny, you’ve had a long day. I’m good. I don’t want you working too hard.”
“You know, I was thinking, maybe I should come over tonight. Make sure Miller is okay. If she doesn’t like your house, she can stay at mine.” Kennedy walks by, shaking her head. “As a friend,” Isaiah quickly adds for her to hear. “As a friend, Kenny!”
“Fuck my life. This is supposed to be a black sesame crumb.” “Looks like you nailed it. It’s definitely black.”
Using the nearest dish towel, I wind it back, whipping it against his ass. “Nice try, Miller. But it’s all muscle. I didn’t feel a thing.”
And he’s got… Is that a thigh tattoo peeking out past the hem of his shorts? Who would’ve thought stick-up-his-ass Kai had some ink?
“You waited for me to board, honey?” My dad pats his cheek with a palm. “So sweet of you.”
Monty laughs, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m getting some real mixed signals here, man.”
“Hey, Rhodes!” someone yells from the quickly-filling stands. “Your ass looks good in those baseball pants!”
My brother turns around to show off his butt, looking back at it. “This old thing?”
“If you’re going to start coming to my games, I better see Rhodes on your back and I’m not talking about my brother.”
I pop my shoulders. “I like to see pretty girls in my jersey. Like to take it off them too.”
“What’s hurting?” he asks, stepping up. My brother’s eyes widen. “Nothing.”
Isaiah shoots Kennedy a death glare and holds her attention while he gets on Sanderson’s table, ass up.
“I got you next time, Rhodes.” “Thank God because next time what I need rubbed out is my di—” “You always make me regret it.”
There’s a naughty tilt to her lips. “You should come.” I choke on my own saliva because Miller is fucking Miller and said that with so much innuendo, it’d be impossible not to pick up on the alternate meaning.
He leisurely wanders my way, but his long legs move much quicker than mine. With a single finger hooked into the waistband of my jeans, he not only stops me from getting farther away from him, but he pulls me back until my chest slams into his.
“You okay? You were so confident only a minute ago. You’re not going to gag, are you?” I pop my shoulders. “Hopefully later.”
“Kai, I am not your problem.” My attention dips to her lips. “Be my problem.”
He’s wearing athletic shorts that cut well above his knees, showing off that thigh tat,
“Oh my God, did you…” Isaiah drifts off. “Hot Nanny! Why is my brother smiling like an idiot?”
The door closes, but I can still hear Isaiah in the hall. “Miller, I know you’re in there, and I’m proud of you too, girl!”
“I was literally inside of you less than twenty-four hours ago and you’re giving me a thumbs-up?” I choke on
“Stop acting like a deranged caveman,” Kennedy chastises. “He’s allowed to be here. Dean is my stepbrother. Chill out.”
“Miller,” he says, making sure my attention is on him. “If you ever decide to stop running and make a home…” His eyes are begging, pleading. “Make it with me.”
