Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
I didn’t say anything as he retreated. Surely it was for the best, since if he’d stayed much longer, I would have probably wound up saying some things I’d regret.
I hated not being on good terms with my siblings. I loved them to death, would’ve done anything for them, but I couldn’t magically wish away the sting of betrayal. And it was hard for me to get past, even if just to swallow my pride and talk to them again, which I hadn’t since that breakfast at Cohen’s. Aside from the sort of discussions necessary to coordinate our daily tasks, I continued giving my siblings the silent treatment.
It broke my heart, though; I didn’t know how Lee managed to keep so goddamn quiet all the time.
In the empty distillery, I found my thoughts shifting back to the man I hadn’t seen for too many days.
I thought about all the fun we’d had…all the fun I wanted to have with him.
And about the fact that I hadn’t had my morning jerk-off session.
There was no reason for anyone else to head in there, so I found a nook behind the electric kettle. I reached down and stroked my hand against my crotch, the way I might have as a teen. I enjoyed the sensation of pressure against my shaft as I closed my eyes and thought about Cohen’s pretty face…
I imagined him deep throating my cock, taking it the way he showed me before…hearing him practically gag on it before pulling it out so I could fucking shoot on those beautiful lips.
My thoughts shifted to having him pushed up against a wall, my cock buried in his hole.
I could see his fucking face…I knew exactly what it would look like when I was inside him…didn’t even know how I could have known, but it was like I was a goddamn psychic.
The way his mouth hung open. The way he called out my name. Down to the way he’d sound when I’d make him come.
“Fuck,” I growled as I felt myself getting close.
“Brody, where in the hell are you? Family meeting!” Big Daddy called in an all-too-familiar tone.
Shit.
I stopped pleasuring myself, my arousal quickly subsiding as I headed into the main part of the warehouse, where I saw Big Daddy with Walker and Mel already at his side, Dwain and Lee not far behind.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
I looked to my siblings, wondering what the hell they’d told him, if they’d ratted me out.
But their wide-eyed expressions suggested they were just as confused by this scene. Dwain and Walker, in particular, looked white as ghosts, as though they feared somehow Big Daddy might have found out their secrets.
Whomever Big Daddy had a problem with was about to get their ass handed to them.
He turned his intense gaze on me. “You!”
“Please, Big Daddy. Can you just tell us what’s going on?” I said, trying to keep a level head as he killed the good time I’d been having with myself before his arrival.
“Don’t you play with me like you don’t know.”
Fuck. It was about me and my Mitchell.
He added, “I’ve been getting emails coming in all week long. And I didn’t know what the hell they were on about, but then this morning, my email was flooded. I thought I was getting Spam from the Soviets or…”
“Dad, you know there are no Soviets anymore. What are you on about?”
He shook his head and pulled his phone out, fidgeting with it before showing me the screen. It was one of the playful vids Cohen had filmed while I was chopping wood. I chuckled as soon as I saw it. “This is what you’re concerned about? Look, I didn’t even use our regular social-media accounts. Created this TikTok thing so it wouldn’t bother you. I can take it down.”
“Take it down? Are you out of your mind? You have two thousand views on this thing. I’m lucky to get three likes on a post on our Facebook page.”
“Two thousand views? Really?” We’d gotten a couple dozen when I’d checked the day before, so something must’ve happened between then and this morning.
“This TikTack…”
“TikTok.”
“Whatever it is, it’s something we really hadn’t considered as a marketing tool. I’m getting emails and calls about when we’re having events. We really should be working this. We’ve always been lagging in this area. It would be great if we could find a way to monetize this.”
“Wait. What are you suggesting?” Walker asked.
“I mean, Brody is…” Big Daddy began, then added, “What can I say? He’s got my body when I was younger.”
I threw back my head for a good laugh. “You are so full of it, Big Daddy.”
“Wait, wait,” Walker said. “You want to use your own son’s body to sell our product? Is that what you’re saying?”
“Hey, like with a good whiskey, we don’t get to decide what the people want. They know what they like, and obviously, they want to see Brody chopping some wood.”