Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,143

I can say this: my little girl is going to wake up and think she’s in heaven when she sees all of these happy meals.”

“Thank God.” Jake smiled at Avery. “I ordered different types of each meal to make sure she got the toy she wanted.”

I almost choked on the drink of beer I had just taken. “Jacob Allan Mitchell, fuck me to hell.”

Jake’s eyes zeroed in on me. “James Howard Mitchell, you will go to hell if you ever drop my middle name in conversation again. Who the hell are you, Dad?”

“I tried to tell him that there were only three toys and that you could actually request them.” Ash laughed again.

“Did you, now?” Jake walked over to Ash. “The only way I’m going to stop this laughing of yours is by kissing your little lips.”

“You’re a heart surgeon, right?” Avery said, amused by their interaction.

Ash lost it again, and Jake couldn’t answer before Collin and Alex walked in.

“What in God’s name?” Collin said, eying my kitchen island that was lined with bags of food. “So the cardiologist wants to kill all of us tonight, then? Trying to experiment on us?”

“I was thinking the same. You missed his lame-ass excuses for ordering all this shit,” I said.

“Guess so.” Alex pulled a burger out of the bag and started in. “I’m not complaining. I’m starving.”

I was watching Avery more than anything as Collin started going through all the bags. “Avery, what’s on the menu tonight? In Palm Springs, it was nearly everything at the table.” He glanced back and smiled. “Seems like Jake caught on when I told him Jim’s girl could throw it down better than he does.”

Avery shook her head and stepped forward. “I’m glad my appetite can enhance conversations,” she said, pulling out a burger.

“Hey,” Collin said, leaning back against the counter, “when your best friend is a doctor, and all you do is share reports of that?”

“All fucking night,” Jake said, bringing his arm around Ash. “Then we talk about crazy shit like my brother dating a woman who could eat an entire buffalo.”

“Buffalo? Jesus Christ.” I laughed. “Avery and I are heading up to the top. Addy is asleep. Grab your dinner—compliments of Jake—and we’ll hang up there and let Addison sleep.”

“The outdoor fridge stocked up there, brother?” Collin asked.

“Yep,” I said as Avery moved toward Ash, who asked how she and Addy were doing. “Let’s head up. I have the motion alarms on to the pool in case Addison wakes while we’re up there.”

“Nice. Sound the fucking sirens when the poor kid wakes up in some strange place,” Alex said, trailing everyone with me.

“Avery,” I said before we headed up. “Do you want to change?”

Even I wanted to get the fucking salt off me.

Avery, looking gorgeous in her crochet, cover-up dress, stopped and laughed, “Yeah, actually I do.”

“Go get cleaned up. Jake and I jumped in a quick shower before heading up. It helped give us both a second wind,” Ash said. “We’ll watch out for Addy. Take your time.”

I followed Avery into the bathroom and turned on the water. “You don’t mind if I join you, do you?”

“If you didn’t, I would think you were kicking my ass to the curb after everything.”

“That shit storm wasn’t your fault. You need to get that out of your head,” I said, helping her out of her swimsuit. “I imagined us seeing each other in a position like this.” I ran my hand over her ass after she turned and pulled the Velcro open on my board shorts and dropped them.

“Like what?” she taunted, and my Avery was back without reservation.

“Well, for starters, I wouldn’t have sand in my ass. Let’s get in the shower.” I kissed her lips gently, “Allow me to clean this salt and sand off, and then, I’ll be washing you up.”

Avery was in before me and turned back to me with a few pumps of my cleanser. “How about I help get the sand out?”

I jumped when her hands moved under my balls and up my ass. I reached for the wall. “I have to admit,” I cringed, “there is nothing sexual about this for me.” I bit my bottom lip while Avery laughed.

“How so?” she asked, kissing my side.

“It feels like you’re rubbing sandpaper on my balls and up my crack.” I laughed when her eyes met mine.

Avery’s head fell back in laughter. “Oh shit,” she said, her hands wrapping around my waist. “I’m so sorry. You should have rinsed