to a crop of trees where nobody could hear them yelling if it came to that. “See, that’s the wrong fucking answer,” he said as he rolled down the windows and shut the truck off. “You do not brag to your buddies about bangin’ some chick.”
“She’s not just some chick,” Drew argued.
“Then for fuck’s sake, son, why are you braggin’ about it? If she means more to you than getting your rocks off, then why are you braggin’ about it? And why are you bringing your sister into it? You need to be protecting her, not pissing her off so that she goes out and sleeps with Dalton the first time she has a chance,” Liam told him. He wasn’t yelling yet, but his tone was forceful, and it was taking everything he had to hold back. These teenagers and their dumb logic. He hoped he’d never been this fucking hard-headed.
“Did she?” Drew asked, his eyes wide as he turned in his seat. “I told her not to.”
“I don’t know. Your sister doesn’t talk to me about her sex life, and her sex life is not what we’re discussing here, it’s yours.”
Drew opened his mouth to say more, but Liam cut him off. “While we’re discussing it, I have a few things to tell you. One, you better be practicing safe sex—Tatum is finally, for the love of God, after almost two years, sleeping like a normal human being. I am not taking care of another baby. I just now got to where I can sleep eight hours straight. Two, if I hear you bragging about bangin’ that girl again, I’m gonna kick you in the balls and make you cry. You brag about the girls you don’t care about; you don’t brag about the girls you do care about.”
“I’m sorry.” Drew hung his head.
“I’m not done. If you’re anything like me, and I think you are, because you couldn’t be more my son than if I made you, you need to think about this. Did it ever occur to you that by you braggin’ to your buddies about what your girl does for you that they may want to step in behind your back? They’re fantasizing about her Drew, and let me be honest with you; it doesn’t matter if they’re your best friends. You’re getting something that they aren’t. That breeds jealousy and competition. I don’t ever mention a word about what your mom and I do to other people, not because I don’t want to scream to the world about what a satisfied man I am. She does those things because she loves me. She trusts me. What if she didn’t trust me anymore? What if she didn’t think that what we do is special ’cause I went to the whole club and told them? Do you know how that would make me feel?”
Drew nodded, because he knew how he would feel if someone else talked about Charity the way he had been. He’d want to rip their dicks off and shove it down their throats. “Like shit,” he whispered.
“And like I wasn’t that much of a man, because then I would know that I caused that, I encouraged it. Not everybody is going to be happy for the two of you. There’s only a small handful of people you give power to when you brag about things like that. Rein your fucking mouth in, boy.”
He nodded. He’d never felt like more of a boy in his life. “I get it.”
Looking at him, Liam could tell that he did, in fact, get it. “I’m glad, and I appreciate you listening while I chewed your ass. Now you owe your sister and Charity both an apology. I think Mandy’s still a little pissed at you, truth be told, and for the love of God, keep your sex life on the down low. Your mom is in denial, and I’d like for her to be in denial as long as possible. It’s gonna be a hard day when she realizes you aren’t thirteen anymore.”
Drew laughed, but it was subdued. “I understand.”
“Good, now what do you say we go grab some wings? I’m hungry.”
That was the best idea he’d heard in a long time, and it’d been way too long since he’d spent any one-on-one time with his dad.
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Chapter Ten
M eredith was running around like a chicken with her head
“She’s not just some chick,” Drew argued.
“Then for fuck’s sake, son, why are you braggin’ about it? If she means more to you than getting your rocks off, then why are you braggin’ about it? And why are you bringing your sister into it? You need to be protecting her, not pissing her off so that she goes out and sleeps with Dalton the first time she has a chance,” Liam told him. He wasn’t yelling yet, but his tone was forceful, and it was taking everything he had to hold back. These teenagers and their dumb logic. He hoped he’d never been this fucking hard-headed.
“Did she?” Drew asked, his eyes wide as he turned in his seat. “I told her not to.”
“I don’t know. Your sister doesn’t talk to me about her sex life, and her sex life is not what we’re discussing here, it’s yours.”
Drew opened his mouth to say more, but Liam cut him off. “While we’re discussing it, I have a few things to tell you. One, you better be practicing safe sex—Tatum is finally, for the love of God, after almost two years, sleeping like a normal human being. I am not taking care of another baby. I just now got to where I can sleep eight hours straight. Two, if I hear you bragging about bangin’ that girl again, I’m gonna kick you in the balls and make you cry. You brag about the girls you don’t care about; you don’t brag about the girls you do care about.”
“I’m sorry.” Drew hung his head.
“I’m not done. If you’re anything like me, and I think you are, because you couldn’t be more my son than if I made you, you need to think about this. Did it ever occur to you that by you braggin’ to your buddies about what your girl does for you that they may want to step in behind your back? They’re fantasizing about her Drew, and let me be honest with you; it doesn’t matter if they’re your best friends. You’re getting something that they aren’t. That breeds jealousy and competition. I don’t ever mention a word about what your mom and I do to other people, not because I don’t want to scream to the world about what a satisfied man I am. She does those things because she loves me. She trusts me. What if she didn’t trust me anymore? What if she didn’t think that what we do is special ’cause I went to the whole club and told them? Do you know how that would make me feel?”
Drew nodded, because he knew how he would feel if someone else talked about Charity the way he had been. He’d want to rip their dicks off and shove it down their throats. “Like shit,” he whispered.
“And like I wasn’t that much of a man, because then I would know that I caused that, I encouraged it. Not everybody is going to be happy for the two of you. There’s only a small handful of people you give power to when you brag about things like that. Rein your fucking mouth in, boy.”
He nodded. He’d never felt like more of a boy in his life. “I get it.”
Looking at him, Liam could tell that he did, in fact, get it. “I’m glad, and I appreciate you listening while I chewed your ass. Now you owe your sister and Charity both an apology. I think Mandy’s still a little pissed at you, truth be told, and for the love of God, keep your sex life on the down low. Your mom is in denial, and I’d like for her to be in denial as long as possible. It’s gonna be a hard day when she realizes you aren’t thirteen anymore.”
Drew laughed, but it was subdued. “I understand.”
“Good, now what do you say we go grab some wings? I’m hungry.”
That was the best idea he’d heard in a long time, and it’d been way too long since he’d spent any one-on-one time with his dad.
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Chapter Ten
M eredith was running around like a chicken with her head
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