“Is that what you did?” He’d rolled the dough back out again, and Gen started back with her biscuit cutter. Working side by side with her brother was comfortable, even if the conversation wasn’t.
“We aren’t talking about me.”
Bethany moaned behind her, and Gen turned around to see Cam walking into the kitchen, jeans slung so low they looked obscene without actually showing anything, and no shirt. Even Gen was a little turned on by it. And the way he walked… so casual, yet fluid and graceful. Like he was sex personified.
“Damn, boy,” Isaac said. “Sex on a stick, and you know it.” He looked at Frisco. “How long until we eat?”
Frisco shook his head, but said, “About twenty minutes, but try to keep it under five. I’d like you to be downstairs when Duke gets here.”
“Not a problem, I’ll hear his bike coming up the ridge.”
Isaac left the room and Cam followed without being told.
“Yeah,” Bethany said. “I definitely need a harem.”
“And I need a mental eraser,” Gen said as she turned back to the biscuits.
Ten minutes later, Isaac stepped into the kitchen as Duke’s Harley roared into the driveway. Frisco looked at Isaac and asked, “What kind of shape’s our boy in?”
“I told him to go ahead and get a shower before he comes down.”
Gen shook her head at them and walked to the front porch to greet Duke. “I have a houseful of people and they won’t stop talking about sex,” she told him.
He laughed. “Bethany seems to have a constant case of sex-on-the-brain, which makes me wonder how the two of you have been so close for the past twenty or so years. And with your brother and his love nest here? I’m not surprised she’s in a constant state and talking about it.”
“She and Cam played drunk Twister last night, and I’m mortified because they got into positions I didn’t even know about until you showed them to me, but Isaac said they had their clothes on and no one had an orgasm so it’s all okay, but… I don’t think I’d want you doing that with someone else, so how can it be okay?”
He sat in one of her front porch chairs and pulled her into his lap. “Every couple, or quadruple, or whatever, makes their own rules. You and I will decide what we’re comfortable with, and we’ll both abide by whatever we agree to. I’ve already warned you I hug a lot of women, and there are a handful I kiss on the forehead. I need you to be okay with that, but I promise you I’ll never play Twister, drunk or otherwise, with anyone.” He chuckled and added, “Probably not even you.”
Gen buried her face in Duke’s shoulder. “Bethany slept with me last night, and said after I went to sleep she had orgasms listening to Isaac do Cam in the other room. She’s never, ever, sleeping with me again.”
Duke held her tight as he laughed, and then a little tighter as he leaned back and laughed a full belly laugh. He let her go a little as he leaned forward and laughed some more. Finally, he caught his breath and stood, making sure Gen’s feet were under her before he stepped to her side and opened the front door. “I adore your Bethany. Come on, Beautiful, let’s say hello to everyone.”
Duke shook hands with Isaac and Frisco, and hugged Cassie. The conversation stayed casual, and when Cam came down without a shirt again, and Gen liked what she saw, the humored look Duke gave her told her he was aware. She remembered he could smell emotions, and she blushed, which made him chuckle and kiss her forehead.
Frisco decreed Cam would do the dishes while everyone else went to the living room to hear Gen’s story from beginning to end, starting with Mike coming into the clubhouse and ending with the police officer leaving the night before.
She sat beside Duke on the sofa, but he lifted her into his lap and held her a few times, and Gen had the distinct impression it was because he needed to hold her, not because he thought she needed the moral support.
From the way her brother watched them, she thought he picked up on it, too.
When she finished her story, Frisco looked to Duke and said, “Gen thinks she’s capable of taking care of herself, and most times, she is. With that being said, I’d like to hear what you plan to do about the situation.”
Duke looked to Isaac, who said, “It’ll be handled, Frisco.”
“Aside from that,” Duke said, “she’ll be with me at night from here on out, and if for some reason she can’t, then she’ll be in my bed at the compound. Not quite as sure what to do to keep her safe during the day. I have a tag on her car, in her wallet, and on her cellphone, so if she’s taken I should be able to find her, and if her cellphone or wallet get too far away from her car, we’ll call her to be sure she’s okay. Otherwise, I’m open to suggestions.”