Nick
I was in the middle of fucking Dee, when my phone rang. I wasn't in any position to stop to answer it, so I let it go to voice mail. Dee was scratching the hell out of my back & my ass, trying to push me harder into her. I pushed all the way up into her a few times making her scream out in ecstasy, her arms wrapping around my shoulders, tightly. My phone rang just as I was about to finish, so I squeezed my eyes shut & pounded into Dee a few more times & we both let go. I was huffing & puffing as I hovered over top of Dee's quivering form. I laughed when my phone rang again, mostly out of disbelief. I kissed her, quickly, my breathing heavy. "Jesus, what the hell is so fucking important?" I said as I pulled out of her & reached for my phone. As I answered it, Dee wrapped her arms & legs around me, making me smile. I kissed her forehead when I heard Joe's voice say my name. "Is someone dying?" I asked, trying to catch my breath. "Someone better be dead."
"Aww, shit. Sorry. No, no one is dead. Um, did I catch you at a bad time?" Joe asked, laughing. "Wait, were you fucking Demi with Damon just down the hall?"
I rolled my eyes. "Jesus, Joe. So what if I was? She can't have sex again because she has a kid? How do you think kids are made anyway? If that were the case, little brother, then you wouldn't be here." I chuckled, feeling Dee laugh against my chest. "Anyway, Jules is watching him. We're at my place. I was gonna take her home as soon as I was done fucking her. That okay with you?" I was chuckling, knowing I was making him uncomfortable. I saw Dee roll her eyes, but smile, as she shook her head.
"Ew. Sorry, I just don't want him to be asking me next time I see him, 'Daddy, why does Uncle Nick make Mommy scream in the bedroom?'" Joe sounded like he laughed & I busted out laughing.
"I do make her scream." I smirked, looking down at Dee as her eyes got wide. She smacked me, lightly, on the chest & hissed my name.
"TMI. Jesus, Nick. Now I need to disinfect my ears." I heard Joe make a gagging sound.
I sighed. "Did you call to make sure I'm not corrupting your son or was there some other reason you called me four times while I was fucking my girlfriend?"
Joe sighed, loudly & I had to laugh again. I loved tormenting my brother. It's a hobby I never intended to give up, no matter how old we were. "Stop. Seriously. I did call for a reason. Someone smashed out my car window & Chloe's."
I was serious all of the sudden. "Do you think it's someone targeting all of us specifically or just a coincidence?" I asked. Dee had sat up on her arm to listen closely.
"Who the hell knows? Anyway, I just wanted to tell ya. Just keep an eye out around ya."
"I will, man. You do the same."
"Oh & Chloe & I got engaged again." Joe said & I could hear him smiling.
I smiled down at Dee as I ran my hand through her hair. "Congratulations, brother. I'm happy for ya."
"Thanks. Now, I want to formerly introduce Demi & Chloe, so I was thinking maybe you guys could come to our place Saturday night. I'll cook. Well, we'll cook."
Dee was smiling as she must have heard Joe. Now I was nervous. I hadn't really seen or talked to Chloe since I kissed her like a jack ass. I waved to her while she waited in Joe's car when he picked Damon up one day, but other than that, no other contact. I knew she hadn't told Joe yet, but I needed to make sure she kept my momentary act of stupidity to herself. "Um, I think we can make it. Do you want us to bring Damon?" I asked.
"I was hoping it could just be us this time. I don't want Damon to be uncomfortable if it's awkward. I mean I don't think it will be awkward, but you never know. Besides, I don't want his cuteness to be a distraction to Chloe & Demi getting to know each other. Maybe you can call mom & see if she will watch him. She is so in love with him already." Joe answered.
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Somebody to You
Fiksi PenggemarA story about two brothers, Joe and Nick Jonas and a girl, named Demi, who comes into their lives. Everyone wants to be somebody to someone.