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Punk pouts but switches his focus on Jared. “Jared, my man. I think it’s bother-sisters bonding time.”
Jared snorts. “You only want to live out your fantasy of being in bed with two sisters.”
Punk’s shoulders shake with silent laughter.
I feel Simone move her hand right before I hear the crack of skin-on-skin. “Stop touching me, Chase. I’m not budging.”
Chase huffs his annoyance and I hear a thump. “Then I’ll sit my ass right here next to you, Numbers.”
“Numbers?” Punk’s face creases in confusion. “Because of the accounting thing? I like my nickname way better.”
“Your nickname sucks,” Chase fires back. “She’s not a priss, and you would know it if you weren’t such a dick to her.”
Punk laughs and points at my sister. “She calls me ‘moron’—I think the tradeoff is fair.”
“Enough,” Maceo says in a firm, but quiet voice, ending the argument between the best friends. Maceo nods at Jared to get up, but Jared only shakes his head, knowing it’s too early for my fiancé to cuddle me. Flustered, Maceo runs his fingers through his thick black hair.
Ziggy comes into view. “Babe, come on. Let Atlas comfort his old lady.”
Jared looks at Ziggy, deadpanned. “She’s not ready.”
Punk raises his hand excitedly. “I’ll take over.”
Jared rolls his eyes, rolling out of bed. He looks sternly at Ziggy. “I’m not leaving until I know she’s okay.” Ziggy gives a curt nod, understanding it’s not up for debate.
Punk fills in the vacated spot, wrapping his long arms around not only me but Simone too, pulling us tight to him like one unit. He tucks my head under his chin. “I’m sorry,” he says softly, like he had been aching to get it off his chest. I sniffle and bury my face into his shirt.
Maceo practically moans as he watches us—he’s never been good about sharing me with others. Well, too damn bad. I need this right now.
“What are you doing here?” I hear Ebony hiss.
“Checking on Little Jo,” Tony says, coming into view. He looks at me and gives me a rare smile. “There she is. How are you doing?”
I shrug.
“I know that was hard for you. It was hard for all of us, but it’s the right thing, which I’m guessing you already know. You’re tough, Little Jo—one of the toughest people I know. You’ll get through this, and we’re here to help.”
“Is there room for one more?” Reaper hollers from the hallway.
Maceo runs a hand down his face and sighs. “Sure. The more the merrier.”
Reaper comes clomping in the room and plops on the bed, making it bounce and dip from his weight. Simone squeaks with surprise right when I feel another set of arms encircling us from behind.
Punk shakes his head. “Dude, do you have a death wish?”
Maceo glowers at his burly brother. “Don’t get too comfy with my woman.”
“Mmm. This is nice,” Reaper says, hamming it up. “We should do this more often. Hey Opal, come crawl on top. It will be like old times.”
“The fuck? Don’t you dare invite my woman into bed,” Gauge snarls.
“And get your hands off my woman,” Chase growls.
“I’m notyourwoman, Chase,” Simone snaps back.
“The hell if you’re not,” Chase counters with a tone of finality.
Reaper’s laughter quakes the bed. “Ah, good times.”
