Chapter Ten

Brad

It's been a week since I embarrassed Dylan by cleaning her blood off the sofa. I just wanted to help. Bodily fluids really don't scare me; I have been working in hospitality most of my life. I didn't tell her, but if she had tried to seduce me that night, her period wouldn't have been a deal breaker. Though the fact that she is a virgin scares me—I don't think I have ever had sex with one before. I lost my virginity at fourteen, and the girl was almost sixteen, and she was not a virgin. I'm so in over my head.

Things at the bar have been slow today. Dylan has the day off, and I find myself moping around the bar. Get a grip, Brad. You have a girlfriend, but you don't need to be around her twenty-four seven.

Who would've thought I would have an eighteen-year-old girlfriend? I don't even know how to process that, let alone tell people. Is it my subconscious telling me it's wrong? How could it be wrong when she walks into a room and gets under my skin? No one has ever challenged me the way she does.

My phone starts to ring, the obnoxious song blaring through the bar. Dylan changed her ringtone, so I would know it's her calling or texting and actually answer her.

It's a FaceTime call, and I smile as I answer it. "You won't believe what is happening," she whispers.

"Are you at Grumpy's?"

"Yes, and normally I would be there annoying you, but this is gold. Do you remember how Logan came into the bar in disguise with Mady's parents?"

She giggles at whatever she is looking at.

"What is it, Dylan?" I ask, sounding annoyed. I'm anything but.

She turns her camera around and I can't see much except people laughing and chanting "Go!"

"I can't tell what's going on," I say.

She flips the camera back to her face. "It's vibrator races. Mady's parents have fully decked out the place. Chad isn't here yet, but he should be very soon. Logan has been uploading videos to social media."

I burst out laughing and need a moment before I can respond. "Please video Chad when he gets in. He is going to be so pissed at Logan, but will try to stay calm and collected because his girl's parents have organised everything."

"I think Mady's dad is trying to convince Logan to wear a butt plug with a tail on it. You should come down and watch this. Can anyone cover the bar?"

I look around and motion for Henry to come to the bar. "I should be able to."

She smiles. "It will be so fun."

"Sup, boss," Henry says, leaning over the bar.

"Can you hold things down here?"

Henry nods. "Of course, it's been pretty slow tonight."

"Yay!" Dylan says excitedly. "I will see you soon. I have to go—my vibrator is about to race."

She ends the call before I can say goodbye.

Henry clears his throat and raises a brow at me.

"You don't want to know. I set my brother up and I would really like to be there to see him internally combust."

"Uh huh, that's why. It has nothing to do with the feisty dark-haired girl on the other end of the phone."

"Maybe a little," I say, flashing him a smile.

"She is going to eat you alive." He chuckles and taps the bar with his hand.

"I know," I reply. "Close up at midnight if it stays quiet. I'll see you tomorrow."

Henry nods and gives me a wave as I make my way out of the bar and into the carpark, heading over to my truck. Jumping in, I turn it over and pull out onto the road. Grumpy's isn't too far from here, and with my imagination running wild at what I'll possibly witness, the drive feels like it's over before it even started.

Scanning the carpark, I can't see Chad's car, so he must not be here yet. I pull out my phone and dial his number.

"I didn't do it," he snaps.

"Hello to you, too, assface."

Chad chuckles. "What do you need? I'm about to pull into the bar. Logan is up to something; I can feel it in my bones."

Now I laugh. "Nothing, I'll see you soon."

Hanging up before he can grill me, I head into the bar, and as I push the doors open, I smile. Dylan is standing beside the vibrator racing table, shouting. Logan stands beside her; he is wearing a maid's outfit and waving a tail in the air.

"YES!" Dylan shouts and jumps up into Logan's arms. My gut twists and my hands ball into fists. Everything inside me wants to scream, Mine.

I decide to take a few deep breaths. If I did the whole caveman act, Dylan would just play into it and set me off.

"brAD!" she yells across the room.

Logan puts her back on her feet and she runs towards me and jumps in my arms, smashing her lips to mine. A hush falls over the bar. Fuck it, I guess the cat is out of the bag.

"Hi," I whisper when she pulls back.

"Hi," she whispers in return as I place her down on her feet.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

As I turn around, I don't see the fist flying towards my face in time to duck.

"Minnie!" Dylan screams. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Breath in and out, Brad. You can't punch a cop. Balling my fists, I close my eyes, hoping another fist doesn't come flying at me.

"Let me go! That piece of shit was kissing my sister. He is double her age."

"He is not!" Dylan spits. "And I'm eighteen. I can fuck whoever I want, and you can't stop me."

"You're sleeping with him?"

Opening my eyes, I see Dylan nodding. Grayson is holding Dominic back and his face goes red.

"Dylan, stop antagonising your brother." I turn to Dominic. "We are not sleeping together, but make no mistake, we will be one day. I will forgive you for the punch in the face—I deserved that. But cop or no cop, if you lay hands on me again, I will defend myself."

"Is it legal for him to punch you because he is a pi... cop?" Logan asks.

"Shut up, Logan."

Three different people say it at the same time, and Dylan laughs.

"What the fuck?!"

Everyone turns to the front entrance and Chad stands at the door, along with the rest of his brother husbands and Mady. Logan ducks behind me and uses me as a human shield. Dylan has her phone out and is videoing this in real time.

"This is not over," Dominic snarls as Isabelle leads him towards the back exit.

"Is someone going to explain to me why my bar is full of sex toys?"

I can't help the laugh that falls from my lips. My brother's icy glare finds me, and I suck my lips into my mouth. Mady's mum scurries over to them, and I can't hear what is being said, but the vein on my brother's head is pulsating.

Logan peeks out from behind me. "Do you think he will kill me with Mady's parents here?"

"Nope, but the next time you see him, don't let your guard down or you will end up with a black eye that matches mine."

Logan whines, "My face is too pretty to have a black eye, and I'm not banging anyone's sister—yet."

"Let's get drinks," Dylan says, pulling me by the arm. "I need a hard surface to add something to my sex list. Oh, and can I stay with you tonight? Logan and I have been banned from the house. Vada is getting freaky with Roman, and as much as I love her, I don't want to ruin her first experience. She might be a quiet one, but I have been told quiet girls can be freaks in the sheets. Oh shit, what if I'm a terrible lay? Will you tell me if I'm bad at it?"

I stare at her, momentarily speechless from information overload.

She turns to look at me. "Brad, focus. Will you tell me if I'm bad at sex?"

Grace from behind the bar laughs. "Girl, you have the pussy. That is all you need to be good at sex, trust me. Men are basic creatures, just happy to stick their wick into something warm."

"Good point," Dylan says to her.

"I'm full of great advice. Another drink?" Dylan nods at her. "Anything for you?"

"I'm driving, so nothing for me," I say, words finally coming back to me.

She nods at me and walks away as someone claps their hand down on my shoulder.

"This was all your idea, wasn't it?" Chad says, and I laugh while I shake my head.

I look at Dylan and so does Chad.

"What?" she says. "It's not my fault your in-laws were at Happy's, spying on Brad with Logan. So, blame them."

"I wish I could."

"Do twins have the same size penis?" Dylan blurts out, making Chad choke on his own spit. "Because you two have to be identical—it's so hard to tell you apart. So does that mean...?"

"Mine is bigger," I say, and Chad pushes me in the shoulder.

"You wish, asshole. The only thing bigger on you is your ego. Dylan, it was nice to see you, but I better go before I have to explain to my girlfriend and her friends that Brad and I have the same size penis. It has never come up and I really hope it doesn't. Nice shiner, bro. He should have hit you harder."

I flip Chad off, and he walks away laughing. Dylan grabs her drink once it is placed in front of her. She pulls the straw out, and I watch as she downs the entire glass in two seconds and slams it down on the bar.

"You want to get out of here? I'm buzzed and I think I really want to see your dick."

I run my hand down my face and shake my head. This girl is going to be the death of me, but how can I say no to her looking at my cock? I won't fuck her while she is under the influence, but if she wants to fool around, I'm down for that.

Dylan flits around the room and says goodbye to everyone. Logan pulls her into his arms and whispers something into her ear, and at the rate he is going, it won't be Chad giving him a black eye.

I storm from the bar and stand beside my car.

"Hey, wait up," Dylan calls out. "What's up your arse?"

"What did Logan say to you?"

She cackles. "Are you jealous?"

"No," I snap as I unlock the doors, and she jumps into the passenger seat.

"You so are, and if you must know, he told me to go get that dick. Logan is full of great advice."

Inhaling, I want to tell her not to listen to a word he has to say, but she will. She seems to like the guy, and I would never in a million years ask her to not be friends with someone. Even if that someone is Logan, a self-confessed sex addict, who is closer to her age. Girls seem to flock to him, but I suppose he has a nice face if you're into douchey fuckboys.

Dylan leans forward and turns up the stereo, her face screwing up. "You listen to old people's music."

"You take that back. I will have you know that the Red Hot Chilli Peppers are iconic."

"It's okay, your old man's music isn't that bad."

"I'm really not that old," I huff, slapping her hand away from the stereo. She laughs, and I don't think I have ever seen anything so beautiful.

"Am I your midlife crisis? Isn't that what men do, find younger girlfriends?"

"Trust me, if I were having a midlife crisis, a girlfriend is not how that would go for me. I would much prefer a boat, maybe a caravan."

Dylan snorts. "That sounds fair—I wouldn't want me over a boat."

"I didn't mean . . ."

Dylan starts laughing hysterically. "I'm kidding, Brad. You're so easy to rile up."

"Screw you."

"Yes, please," she says with a smile that lights up her face.

She places her hand on my leg and all rational thoughts fly out the window. She leans forward and changes to the local radio station, and some pretty-boy voice fills the car. Dylan starts to sing at the top of her lungs about being in someone's blood. Yep, because that isn't weird at all.