Little Did We Know (The Mclean Tales Book 1)

by Cara Dee

twin brothers who screamed trouble. For one, Reese’s scar. For two, Reese drove like a maniac. For three, River was sporting a black eye and a busted lip.

“What took you so long?” “The speed limit,” I answered on autopilot.

“Lucas West here is a Dom who occasionally needs to get fucked like a savage.”

“Does he beg?”

“Let’s get out of here.” Reese smiled. “Fantastic. Let’s exchange numbers in case we lose you to the speed limit.”

Reese grinned when he spotted me. “Hey, gorgeous. Did you get your asshole prettied up for us?”

It was their damn fault. I was gonna turn into a greedy cock slut.

“This is some bullshit,” Riv muttered. “Only an insane person would cut their pizza into squares.” “Or someone from Chicago.” “We’re sayin’ the same thing.”

If I ever convinced River to start a kink community with me, West was going to play a key role in recruiting members.

Lucian Leroux. Was he a vampire? Did he only come out at night? It should be investigated.

“What’s this obsession with vampires about?” “It’s my attempt at being funny,” he deadpanned.

He reminded me of Sloan in that regard. Not that I wanted him. He was my best friend, despite that he usually canceled on me.

“We’re basically standing in a porn scene, and you’re tellin’ me an occasional bottom might show up with hopes,” I said. “Fuck poker.”

“Ah, the power gays with money who—what are they called?” He laughed. “You mean the DINKs?” That was the one. Double income, no kids.

The plastic on the couch only came off for holidays—and when Princess Diana died. Damn, did Ma mourn with her girlfriends.

And you stay safe in Florida. It’s full of Floridians.”

“Yesterday, I was accused of being a vampire. Today, I’m a Bond villain.” He turned my way again. “Is there something about me?”

“Perfection is boring, pussycat. Give me all the cracks and dents.”

“It’s complicated.” “No, it’s not,” Reese said. “Because that’s an option. You can list yourself as complicated with someone on Facebook, but this just says—as of fuckin’ yesterday—that you’re in a relationship with a Colt Carter.”

“An airman?” Greer looked a little grossed out. “Aim higher, Lucas. You can do so much better.”

“Does he make you beg, West?” I pinched my lips together as Lucas pushed Reese off him. “Fuck me, he does,” Reese laughed. “This is serious. Oh man, I can’t wait to meet this guy.”

Macklin chewed on his pizza and tilted his head. “Are we sure about the name?” Excuse me? “House Mclean sounds cool too,” he added.

We wanted this to work out. We wanted this to be our kinky future. But little did we know just how much Mclean House would change our lives.