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Sure, my initiation into sex had been for revenge, but I’d made the right decision by giving it to the older brother who actually knew what he was doing and gave me a good O before the actual act. Not too shabby for a first time.

She lived vicariously through her romance smutty scenes and my very detailed accounts of my own sexcapades.

“Oh, God, Josie, he was so fucking pretty,” I said, letting out a little sigh at the memory of him, then taking a long sip of my soda until it slurped and I sucked in a ninety-percent water mix that had my nose wrinkling.

“Green eyes, you said, right?” she asked, smiling wistfully.

“Gorgeous green eyes. And when they’re looking at you like a meal he wants to eat?” I said, letting out a dramatic sigh. “It’s a shame he had to be a one-and-done, because I could have turned that into a couple-month-long royal fuckathon, and been a blissfully happy woman.”

“Hey, maybe you will run into him again one day!” she said, ever the optimist. And you had to love her for it. Even if Miami was home to almost half a million people. The chances of running into your neighbor on the street were slim, let alone some dude you fucked once.

The statistics were wholly against it.

Still, though, it seemed Josie’s wish would come true just a few days later.

CHAPTER FIVE

Cato

“Eddie, we could have just picked up some hot dogs or something,” Riff insisted as Eddie came walking toward us on the beach, dragging a giant-ass cooler behind him.

He was in a pair of green board shorts with a yellow and white bowling shirt on top, shades, and flip-flops that kicked sand up with each step.

Levee and the guys had followed the club girls to the beach. Then we’d stayed after they headed back home because, well, the beach was full of other chicks.

Levee and Raff were off playing volleyball with some of them right now. Alaric was taking a run beside a woman doing the same, the two of them striking up a conversation as they went.

Leaving just me and Riff with all our shit.

Me, because I was uncharacteristically disinterested in spending my time chasing women. And Raff because he likely felt bad leaving me alone.

“Beach cart hot dogs?” Eddie asked, looking downright offended. “Not on my watch. I got homemade subs, wraps, and sandwiches. Cole slaw, pickles, chips, everything we could need,” he told us as he flipped the lid open.

“Why are there so many sunblock tubes in here?” Riff asked, brows pinching.

“‘Cause they’re not sunblock,” he said with a smirk.

They were Eddie’s special liquor-hiding system.

“But if the cops ask, we’re just super concerned about skin cancer, man,” Eddie added, hunkering down, and grabbing himself a sandwich. “So, what’s the plan for tonight? Clubs then crashing at Teddy’s?”

“Probably,” I agreed, admitting that it was really out of my control. This was Levee and Raff’s party. We were all just tagging along. “But we have to be home early tomorrow,” I added, reaching for a sandwich too.

“What for?” Eddie asked as he squeezed clear ‘sunblock’ into the soda he’d taken a chug out of to make room.

“Prospects,” I told him.

“Been a while,” Eddie said, looking at me.

And that was true. Levee and I were the newest members of the chapter, and we’d been around for a long time.

“OG guys have been busy building families,” I said, shrugging.

“It’ll be good. We could use some new blood around here.”

We all had to agree with that. All things considered, we had a small club, given how long we’d been around now. Nothing like our mother chapter, of course, that had been around for generations. But the crew in Shady Valley was growing at a much faster rate.

Granted, they lucked out that their clubhouse is near a prison, and they can recruit new members from the inmates being released.

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