Tripp’s jaw tightens. “Well, I’d like my dick sucked, so if you’re planning to do that, by all means, stay.” My eyebrows shoot up. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.” “You two are cute,” Austin says, which dissolves my shock as I glow under the praise. We are cute. Everyone says so. Tripp and Dex. Dex and Tripp. The Mitchell Brothers. Not that we’re brothers. We’re closer than that.
