Off Broadway by Janna Watts Read Free Book Online

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    “Avery,” Rich screamed. “What the fuck are you doing here? Get out.”
    Brandon laughed.
    “Oh my God,” she said, still holding her hands over her eyes. “I’m leaving. Come get me when you’re done.”
    She stumbled out of the room, flailing her hands in front of her. She shuddered at the image burned into her brain. She loved watching gay sex, but her brother? Eww. It was worse than imagining her parents getting it on. Plus, from the flash that she got, Rich wasn’t lying about Brandon’s giant cock. She shuddered again.
    “Doesn’t that thing impale you?” she blurted out to Rich when he and Brandon joined her a few minutes later.
    Brandon laughed and kissed her on the cheek. “It’s good to see you too, Avery.”
    “My poor brother,” she said. “That thing’s a weapon of mass destruction. I’m never going to be able to have Thanksgiving with you again without thinking about it.”
    Brandon adjusted himself. “I prefer to call it my weapon of masturbation.”
    Rich shook his head and signaled the waitress to bring them drinks. “Avery. Can we just pretend that little moment didn’t happen and you can tell us why you’re here? Didn’t the show go well?”
    “It went really well. I think we’ll be able to pull of the Carmichael.”
    The waitress returned with three club sodas. Avery took a sip, the cool liquid sliding down her throat and steadying her nerves.
    “So?” Rich asked.
    “Well, something happened afterwards,” she started.
    Brandon smirked. “You mean over than you coming in on me rimming your brother?”
    “Ick. And um, it was a bit more than rimming. Jesus, I’m going to need to acid bathe my eyes.”
    “Christ,” Rich said. “I said let’s forget about it. Now what happened after?”
    “You did the piano player, didn’t you?” Rich asked with a giant grin.
    Avery looked between the two of them. “Not exactly. It was the bass player, but the piano player watched.”
    Brandon barked out a laugh. Every patron in the room looked their way.
    “Shh,” Avery said. “It wasn’t that big a deal.”
    Brandon continued to chuckle. “Rich,” he said, turning to his boyfriend, “why did you not get this gene in your family?”
    Rich swatted him. “Give me a break. Like you would ever watch some other guy fuck me.”
    Brandon’s face turned possessive. “You’re damn right, I wouldn’t. But I’d let some guy watch me fuck you.”
    Rich grinned. “Pass. Avery already covered that and she’s apparently scarred for life.”
    Avery laughed. “Seriously. I’m going to have to start seeing my shrink again after witnessing that.”
    Brandon slipped his hand over Rich’s and turned back to Avery. “So how’d you end up with the bass player?”
    Avery told the two the entire sordid story. Brandon chuckled a few times, but Rich didn’t say a thing until she got to the part where Dan walked out.
    “So wait, he wanted you to get yourself off in front of him?” Rich asked.
    Avery nodded. “And of course, I couldn’t. By that point, the whole thing seemed like sort of a bad idea.”
    Rich cleared his throat. “By that point? It took that long for it to seem like a bad idea? What the hell were you thinking Avery? I thought you liked this guy.”
    Avery blinked at the harshness of his words. “I do.”
    “Well, no offense, but fucking around with another guy is not exactly the best way to say you’re into someone.”
    “ I’m not into him. I respect him creatively. Plus, it was a really intense show,” she said and shrugged.
    “Evidently. Still. It probably would have been easier if you just fucked him. Then the relationship would be over and you wouldn’t have to stew about it for the next few weeks and watch it die a slow death.”
    Avery’s nostrils flared. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
    Rich ran his hand through his hair and sighed. “Avery, I think you’re amazing. You know it. I think whoever gets you will be the luckiest guy in the