Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(48)

Her shake doesn’t smell bad, unlike the nasty thing I’m holding.

“Uh… thanks, Ida Sue,” Kayla whispers nervously, shaking her drink.

“Go ahead, try it! It’s got peaches in it. You’ll love it,” Mom encourages.

I watch as Kayla slowly brings it to her mouth. I get distracted watching the way her throat works as she drinks it. I never thought certain things were sexy before Kayla. I was definitely wrong as I watch the orange-colored cream slide into her mouth and she swallows, all hopes of not sporting a hard-on around my mother have been dashed.

“Do you like it?” Mom asks, and my hand reaches under the table to adjust my dick.

“I do,” she says. “It’s good, kind of citrusy and sweet. What’s in it?”

“Different things. Oranges, peaches, and I added some cranberries.”

“It’s good,” Kayla repeats while swallowing down a second drink. She seems to be telling the truth, so after one last sniff, I decide to take a swig of mine. Maybe it tastes better than it looks.

Wrong! So, wrong.

The putrid crap seems to lodge in my throat and I have to gag to swallow it the rest of the way down. I can’t know for sure without an x-ray, but I’m pretty sure that shit is burning out my intestines. I slam the glass back down on the table.

“What the f*ck is in that?”

“Will you watch your language? All this talk of tits and cock-zillas, and now your language is getting out of hand. River will be back any time. You boys already have Terry talking like a sailor. When you and Kayla make me a grandkid, I will skin you alive if you don’t clean up the way you talk.”

“You tell him, Mom,” Cyan joins in.

“I think you ought to make Cyan and Blue drink this shit,” I grumble. Kayla giggles and I fake a mean look at her, which makes her laugh more. Why something that simple makes me so ridiculously happy, I have no idea.

“Stop your whining. Jesus! What you’re drinking is a mixture of coffee—which you love, White Hall Lucas. Don’t bother denying it.”

“That can’t be just coffee,” I argue, wondering idly if it would strip the stain off this table.

“It also has carrots, Serrano chilies, and celery,” Ida Sue lists off, like what she is saying is just a normal everyday recipe.

“Mother of God, are you trying to kill me?”

“Of course not. I’m trying to help.”

“Help what? Help make me stay in the bathroom all day, praying to the porcelain gods?”

“Okay, now you’re just being an *. I’ll have you know that is a very healthy shake that’s recommended by naturalists everywhere.”

“Were these naturalists sadists?”

“I’m ignoring you now, son.” Ida Sue says, walking over and putting a fresh bowl of cereal in front of Cyan.

“Why does Cyan get more cereal and I get the milkshake from the Exorcist?”

“If you must know, he doesn’t have a problem.”

“A problem?” I ask, wondering if I can reach over and swipe the cereal away to eat without Mom catching me.

“Am I going to have to spell it out for you, White Hall?”

“Gee, Mom. I really wish you would because I’m kind of lost.”

“Fine. Cyan doesn’t have a problem performing.”

“Performing?”

“Performing, dear. His little soldiers are always lined up and ready to go.”

“Oh, no,” Kayla whispers, dropping her head to the table. The room goes quiet as everyone stops to listen to Ida Sue. “White,” Kayla starts, and I know she wants me to end this conversation, fast.

“You think my soldiers aren’t ready to go with Kayla?” I bark out, and maybe a little too loud because I can see Kayla wince out of the corner of my eye.

“Apparently not, dear. That’s what the shake is for. Cyan doesn’t need the help. If anything his soldiers over perform.”

“Thank you for noticing, Mom,” Cyan says, doing a bad job of hiding his amusement. Blue is flat-out laughing too. I’m going to kill them both later.

“You’re welcome, son. Now eat your cereal.”

“I’ll have you know, my soldiers are just fine. They’re more than ready to go,” I grumble.

“Whatever you say, White Hall. Now drink your shake.”

“I’m telling you, they’re fine. Why would you think they weren’t ready to go?”

“It was way too quiet in your room last night.”

“You listened?” I growl, and it almost drowns out Kayla squeaking the same words.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, son. It happens. Why, even Jansen used to have some problems before I started making sure he had plenty of pumpkin seeds around. Now he’s probably the rowdiest man around.”

“Jesus, lovey,” Jansen growls.

“You are, Jansen. You should be proud of that. Why, I’m practically buying a bushel of peaches a day just to keep up with you.”

“Peaches?” Kayla squeaks, looking at her half-gone shake in fear.

Ida Sue pats her on the shoulder. “Peaches, dear. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t leave you out. Peaches increase the blood flow with their vitamin C.”