Chapter 183 - My Shoes
*If it wasn’t for each other, I’m sure a lot of us would have gone crazy. That’s where the cohesion comes in. We were brothers. – Clancy Lyall*
There was a loud pinging noise that preceded the screen of JD’s phone lighting up the dark room with double bunkbeds. There were a few grumbled complaints from his bunkmates as they were drifting back to sleep it did it again. Again, they voiced their complaints, but not too loudly. They had all received messages in the middle of the night from time to time.
Cooper was notorious for getting messages from women who had names in his phone such as *Gayle – wholesome* and *Christina – Blonde, tits, waitress, freaky* and some were more descriptive. A few even had emoji’s to depict everything the women were willing to do. Or had done.
The occasional ping was soon replaced by pings going off back-to-back and the phone screen never going dark.
“What the fuck, man?” Cooper asked as JD’s phone dinged with another message.
“Tell your girl it’s too damned early.” Buckley objected as the phone in question began ringing.
There was no way that JD was going to tell his friends that his sister had changed her ringtone to *Whip It* by Devo. He didn’t need to think about the argument that his sister, stepsister and sister-in-law had about who got to have the song. And he certainly didn’t want to think about the discussion that the four men had about the women. And their love of whips.
“Fucking, A!” Holmes threw a pillow down onto the bunk below him.
JD grabbed his phone and tossed the pillow back up to Holmes. “Jolene, what the fuck? Why are you calling so damn early?”
Soft feminine laughter filled his ear. “Mom would have a field day with you.”
“Yeah, not writing out shit. Why are you calling? We’ve got to be up in…”
“Two hours.” Holmes supplied. “Actually, less than two hours.”
“… two hours. What couldn’t wait?”
“Are you really going to propose to Dean?” Jolene asked over the phone.
“Yes. Reese should have the ring that I asked Sy to make.” He said and suddenly the three other men that he bunked with were paying attention.
“Did you know that she has a wedding dress?” Jolene asked quietly.
“The one that her mom bought her when she was going to marry Tony Soprano.” He answered with a smile. “She actually has a whole closet of wedding dresses. Do me a favor?”
“Yeah?” she heard the change in his voice when his question became serious.
“Valentines Day, take her to the thrift store, buy wedding dresses and then watch cheesy rom coms. She didn’t do it last year because it was too soon after losing her mom. Mary was supposed to be home before...”
“Yeah.” Jolene said softly.
“She deserves happy memories.” JD said quietly.
“You’re giving her happy memories.” His sister told him and then gave a wolf whistle. “Bunny, you’re a genius! Those shoes look awesome with the dress.”
“Which shoes?” JD grinned in the dark, hoping that it was *his* shoes.
“The blue ones that you say are yours.”
“They are *my* shoes.” He countered. “I wear them around my waist.”
She made fake gagging sounds.
“Really, *pet*?” JD laughed. “Should I tell your *Alpha* that your misbehaving?”
“You wouldn’t.” his sister hissed.
“Try me. I lived with a Dom and his sub for nearly a year. One that thinks that making our mother happy and screaming because of orgasms is his sole purpose in life. Don’t tempt me.” He warned. “However, I doubt that your Dom is a pleasure Dom and your funishment would be different.”
“Look at you, baby brother, using all the terms and everything.”
He chuckled into the phone. “Again, I lived with Reese for nearly a year. He owns two sex clubs and is an officer at both of them.”
Jolene laughed. “I don’t hear a lot of regret in your words.”
“Not discussing my sex life with my sister.” JD growled.
She laughed. “Don’t worry. We get all the details from Dean. She really likes it when you wear those shoes around your neck.”
Smiling, JD shifted in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure growing in his boxers. “I do like wearing her shoes as a necklace. You should ask her what her *favorite necklace* to wear for me is. And on that note, I’m hanging up. Love you, Jo.”
“Love you, too.” Her voice began to fade before the call ended and JD could only laugh at the question his sister asked. “Hey, Dean, what’s your favorite necklace to wear for my brother?"
“Don’t leave us hanging.” Cooper demanded from the other bottom bunk. “What *is* her favorite necklace to wear for you?”
JD put the phone back on the ledge at the head of his bunk. Then he stuck his hand out of the bunk with his fingers together and his thumb making an L. With the faint light coming in through the window, the other men in the shared room could just barely see his hand.
“I can’t see anything. Is it like a fine chain or something?” Cooper asked.
“You’re a fucking idiot.” Buckley complained as he tried to hit his bunkmate with his pillow.
“Damn.” Holmes said as he threw his pillow at the other lower bunk. “How the hell do you have women throwing themselves at you?”
“Because he looks good.” JD laughed.
“Thanks.” Cooper grinned.
“Once they hear him speak, they realize he’s eye candy only.” JD finished.
“Hey!” Cooper threw Holmes’ pillow over at JD who tossed it to the bunk above him.
“Thanks, man.” Holmes said, taking his pillow back.
“So, is your whole family a little bit kink-tastic?” Cooper asked.
“Of one kind or another.” JD admitted as he grabbed his phone after another message came through.
He started with the first one that came in on the group chat and scrolled through the pictures and messages. There were several pictures of the women sitting around drinking and having a good time. Then a few pictures of Dean as she put on the wedding dress that he could only assume was *The* Dress. The messages came from all of the women - his mother, his sisters and sister-in-law.
The last message was a video clip that Cheryl sent of Dean dancing with Reese. They were waltzing on the back deck that JD and his friends had built. His stepfather twirled Dean across the wooden planks effortlessly. And she moved in his arms as if it were second nature.
The camera zoomed in on their feet and just peeking out from under the bottom of the white skirt and black petticoats were his blue shoes.
“Damn, man.” Cooper said and JD realized that the other three men were huddled at his bunk watching the video with him. “Are those your shoes?”
“Those are my shoes.” JD agreed with a smile.
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