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“Shut up, asshole.”
I shake my head, still chuckling. “Are you falling for her, dude?”
“That has nothing to do with it. You know we’ve always done what we want, when we want, however we want, as long as we kept it on the down low and no one got hurt. This is letting other people control us,” he answers tightly.
“No, brother, it’s just not doing those things with other people’s property. And Sasha is another man’s property. Just like the other women.”
He knows I’m right. And he’s not happy about it.
“Son-of-a-bitch,” Gringo grumbles.
“You got that right, bro,” Bull adds to Gringo’s complaints.
After a moment, Gringo steps back, his body relaxing as acceptance sets in. Snake visibly untightens as he moves to settle back on the couch.
“So it’s settled. No more playing with married women, no matter how much we like them, or who they are,” Snake concludes.
Bull and Gringo mumble something unintelligibly, clearly pissed they’re new favorite toy is being taken away.
“No coffee this morning, Rock, you selfish prick? You just bring back one for yourself?” Snake asks.
Aw, fuck, so much for the Housewife Ho distraction.
“First of all, Summer was not happy when Sasha walked in with me, her looking all freshly fucked and satisfied,” I begin.
“Satisfied she was,” Gringo laughs. It doesn’t sound happy, but nervous, like he’s trying to hide something.
I watch him as he and Bull exchange comments about orgasms and holes and bodily fluids. There’s something there besides a lay. If there wasn’t, he’d have been fine and moved on to the next one without a second thought.
He likes her. How the hell could that have happened with just a couple of hours of fucking her with his two friends? It’s not like they had time to talk and get to know each other.
“Alright, I can understand that. She spends the night with you bumping uglies and you walk in the next day with another woman who has a dick sucking grin on her face. What’s the other reason?” Snake asks.
Steve. The little puckered twat.
What is it about the little shit that rubs me the wrong way? With our history and other interests, bad feelings and suspicions are critical.
“Do you remember the first time I went over there and I told you I had to put this little douchebag in his place?”
Snake nods his head. “Yeah, I remember.”
“He came in when I was behind the counter talking to Summer just now.”
“Was he a dick about it?” Snake asks.
“Yeah, he was. But there was something else…,” and I’ll be damned if I can put my finger on it.
“Did he say something?” Snake questions.
What the fuck was it that he said?
“Yeah, he said something. He said, ‘Girls like you aren’t friends with guys like him.’”
“That’s not an unusual thing to say, Rock, it’s probably nothing. She’s a nice girl. At least she looks that way,” a sly grin spreads across Snake’s face. “Isn’t she?”
Just like that, Steve the little peckered twat is pushed aside and the only thing in my mind and flowing through my body is Summer.
Bull and Gringo are now listening to Snake and me. They’re waiting for me to answer his question, staring at me quietly and expectantly.
