Bromosexual by Daryl Banner

Author:Daryl Banner [Banner, Daryl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Frozenfyre Publishing
Published: 2017-10-06T16:00:00+00:00

EPILOGUE

STEFAN

FOUR YEARS LATER

“You’re going to be the big man on campus,” I tell Rudy in the backseat as the truck rumbles down the highway. “No one’s gonna mess with you.”

He smirks and looks over at Ryan, who just shrugs and tries not to laugh. Ryan, sweet as he is, didn’t want Rudy sitting back there by himself, especially since we banned the parents from helping today due to Mom’s incessant crying about her baby leaving the nest. I see them through the rearview. Boy, they’ve gotten awful chummy over the years.

“The hell you two snickering about back there?” I call out.

“Oh, nothing … Dad,” mumbles Rudy, inspiring a hearty laugh from Ryan, who then promptly slaps a hand over his mouth to shut himself up.

I roll my eyes and shake my head, a smile breaking over my face. “I only hover because I care about you. You know that, and yet still you make fun of your big brother. Just be glad it isn’t Mom and Dad moving you into your dorm. Then you’d get tears and blubbering.” I lift my eyes to the rearview to meet his. “You aren’t getting any tears from me.”

Rudy snorts, then scratches his mouth to mask the fact that he’s trying not to laugh. His long hair—twice as shaggy as it was four years ago—blows around and dances in the air rushing in through the rolled down windows of the truck.

I meet Ryan’s eyes next. He gives me a knowing look, then winks my way. I flash my teeth and wink back, inspiring a bit of blush to creep over his cheeks. Still got it.

He’s just excited because after we get Rudy all set up in his dorm, we’re going out to celebrate the third year of my business taking off. Homerun Houses. I guess the first try was the charm as far as names were concerned. The little bit of clout I still clung to from being a former minor league player actually connected me to a local big wig, who needed his kitchen gutted and redone for his wife. Homerun Houses gave him the best damned kitchen he’s ever seen, and just from the explosion of praise and connections I made after that fortuitous happenstance, my business was put on the map. I’ve gotten so many new clients ever since that I’ve had to hire a whole crew of men and women to assist me in all the work.

Of course, we’re going to celebrate in the best way we know how: dinner at a favorite restaurant of ours followed by banging sex that’s guaranteed to make our heads pop off.

I might have to renovate our bedroom to be soundproof.

Seriously. With our nosy neighbors, it’s a wonder they haven’t called in a noise complaint to the police.

I’m saying that some nights, it’s the goddamned Lion King in our bedroom. The roof shakes and walls tremble. Just how we like it.

“We’re here,” I call out to the backseat, spotting the tall, wide buildings of the campus as we draw closer and closer.

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