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“Wait. You need to think with your big head first, not your little one. If you just want to fuck her, be straight with her and let her decide,” Splinter warns me.

I look at him, surprised. “And you don’t want that?”

“I want more. I’m not sure what that looks like yet, since women have been mostly interchangeable for me. Until her. She occupies way more of my headspace than I’m comfortable with, so I’d be an idiot if I didn’t see where this went.”

I gape at him like a fish out of water. “Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?”

He moves to the table and pulls out a chair, dropping down on it. “Don’t you get bored of it all?”

“All of what?” I spin the chair closest to me and sit on it backward while Eightball takes one of the two remaining seats.

“The pussy parade. Nothing against the girls, but all I’ve gotta do is turn around, and my dick can fall into a ready and waiting snatch.”

“Nothing wrong with feasting on a little pussy buffet, but I know what you’re saying. I never thought I’d miss the chase. My cut guarantees my night ends with a fuck.”

“But that’s it. Are they fucking you, Knight, or the cut? Do they even care whose dick they’re sucking, or is it all the same now?”

“Are you sure you didn’t grow a pussy?”

He throws me a dirty look, which makes me laugh.

“I’m kidding.” I shake my head and look at Eightball, sitting quietly through the exchange. “You’ve slept with Jinx. Tell Splinter that pussy is just pussy.”

“I can’t.”

“Fuck, I knew you were gonna say that,” I grumble, signaling to Ryker to bring us all beers.

“You feel it too. That’s why you’re protesting so hard. Never seen you get pissed at a woman the same way you did when Jinx rejected you.”

“She didn’t reject me, fucker. She was working Scooter.”

Splinter grins. “Is that the excuse you’re using now?”

I resist the urge to gut punch him—barely. “Alright, so what are you suggesting? We all fuck her and see which one of us she wants the most?”

Splinter shrugs, but Eightball shakes his head.

“I don’t think she’d choose.”

“Or maybe you’re just not confident she’ll choose you, my friend.”

“I’m not the one she rejected now, am I?” The smug fucker lifts a brow.

“You’re a dick.”

He shrugs. “I don’t claim to be anything else, but I want her. I want her enough to share her.”

“Share her?” I look between him and Splinter, and dare I say it? The man looks interested.

“Yeah, why not? It works for Scope, Kaz, and Wizz.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“He’s right. We’ve shared before,” Splinter points out.

“Yeah, for a night. I’d kill any fucker who touched my old lady.”

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