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Psycho (Brawlers Book 2) by J.M. Dabney (19)

 

Psycho kept his eyes closed as he felt the weight of a body straddling his and it wasn’t his man’s. He was having a Deja vu moment, except there was a body on top of his and one on either side. If he laid still wouldn’t they grow bored and leave him alone? His alarm hadn’t gone off, so he knew it wasn’t even noon yet.

Three months passed since he’d moved into Ben’s place. Living with Ben, Bernie, and Stacey was a trial by fire most days. He was just glad he worked nights and slept most of the day. Although, the three of them watching him began to make his skin crawl.

“What the fuck do y’all want,” he growled and opened his eyes. “And why the hell is she on top of me?”

He glared up at a grinning Bernie, he turned his head side to side and found that Ben and Stacey wore the same grins.

“Shit, who did you kill and I hope like fuck you three hid the body right.”

“We didn’t kill anyone, fuck, that couple who got lost last week, it wasn’t our fault the wife fainted when she caught me and the sexy as fuck wife on the porch.”

“Maybe have sex in the house.”

“Like you and Ben? If I’m not mistaken, we have live porn. Horny Homos in Nature. Tune in at eleven for some Bear on Silver Fox action.”

“I hate you. So, if you haven’t killed lost motorists, what the hell did y’all do?”

All three sighed and looked at each other, then back at him.

“We want your sperm,” the Trio of Evil answered in unison.

“No, we’ve fucking talked about this.” He struggled to get away from them. Three sets of arms attempted to hold in bed. He didn’t even care that he was standing cock out.

He was fucking broken. There was no damn way he’d spread that to some innocent kid.

“Baby, but—”

“No but, who the fuck in their right mind wants to have a kid with me?”

“We do.”

They knelt on the edge of the bed, Ben in the middle.

“Psy, I never really thought about kids. I never wanted them with anyone else, but I want little Psychos running around. Saying whatever’s on their minds. Unafraid to finish a fight and stand up. Wouldn’t you like mini versions of me running around?”

Oh, that sounded nice. Then a thought hit him.

“That’s why the fuck they moved in.”

“Yeah, we couldn’t exactly co-parent living in different fucking states. And, besides, your man wouldn’t donate unless we moved here. He held the juice hostage, man. He’s fucking ruthless,” Bernie grunted as Ben elbowed her.

“Bernie, behave,” Stacey admonished. “We’re thinking one from each of you. Psycho, we really want this, but I always wanted you to donate, and then we met Ben. We love…”

Bernie grunted and crossed her arms.

“We love you and Ben, it’s you two or no one else. Please.”

Psycho let his eyes move over the three of them, but Ben’s expression grabbed him by the nuts. Why the fuck couldn’t he tell the man no?

“Fine, but if they’re crazy it’ll be y’alls fault!”

Three happy people converged on him and hugged him tightly. Fingers pinched his ass.

“Bernie, back off.”

“Ya know, Psy, we could try this the old-fashioned way. Could be fun all four of us hot and—”

“Bernie,” he growled her name.

“What?”

“I’ll kill you.”

“Motherfucker, you didn’t take the kill shot twenty years ago, you sure as fuck ain’t gonna do it now.”

“You even look at Ben, and I’ll take that shot with a smile on my face.”

“Okay, Ladies and Gentlemen, let go practice making babies,” Bernie yelled and dragged a giggling Stacey from the room.

He’d thank Stacey later for closing the door.

“Ben,” Psycho started, but the man’s smile stopped him.

“No, I want this, we all do. And I could donate, but really, Psy, I won’t do it without you.”

“You really want to raise kids with me?”

Ben’s arms tightened around his waist, and the man lifted onto his toes. The smaller man’s lips a breath from his.

“Yes.”

“Okay, but if they’re crazy, I warned you.”

“They’ll be inappropriately perfect. Now, how about that practicing making babies thing?”

He stepped back and pushed against Ben’s chest sending the man falling to the bed.

“So, now can I call you Daddy?”

“Shut up, Psy, and fuck me.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Perv, it’s a wonder I love you.”

“But you do, you said it, and now you can’t take it the fuck back.”

“Never.”

 

THE END