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“Not that I’ve heard.” If someone mentioned it to her, it would be their right. I did it. There’s no use denying it.

Big hums to himself. “Then maybe it’s better she doesn’t find out.”

“Maybe it’s better for me, but it ain’t right. I fucked around on her.”

“Not on purpose,” Big somehow justifies.

I fuckin’ despise how easy it is for some people to rationalize their indiscretions. You screw up, it hurts someone, and instead of manning or womaning up and owning it… You do what? Lie? Deflect? Or my personal favorite—lie by omission. That one’s a doozy.

Since Big and I don’t see things eye to eye, I set him straight. It won’t be the first or the last time. “Men don’t stick their dicks in willing cunts on accident. Don’t be stupid, brother.”

I didn’t accidentally fall, with a condom and a hard-on, into a willing cunt, bent over a picnic table. Whoopsie. My bad.

“Yeah. But you haven’t claimed her yet.” There he goes again, trying to let me off my own hook.

“But I have.” We’ve already established this.

“Not officially.”

Christ.

In hopes Big sees the light and knocks off this nonsense, I hit him on his home turf. “That’s like sayin’ Bink wasn’t yours before it was official. You threatened all the men she dated before you. You even paid some of them off. You made her life hell half the time. Sorry if I don’t take a fucked-up page outta your relationship playbook, brother.”

Nodding as if it clicks, the giant asshole snorts. “Alright. I’ll give ya that. You do what you gotta do. But I’d say you need to see Doc and get checked out. Have you told Bonez about this?”

“He’s been busy.” That’s code for I haven’t told him.

“Not that busy.”

Not givin’ me a chance to talk to my brother on my own time, the pain in my ass pulls out his cell and dials.

“Fuckin’ asshole,” I hiss when the call connects.

Sitting up straighter, Big smiles broadly, proud of himself.

Rubbin’ sleep from his eyes, Bonez’s pillow-wrinkled face appears on the screen. He squints at Prez, then looks at me, assessing. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’,” I growl at the same time Big begins to fill in every detail of what’s been happenin’ the last month.

As expected, like takin’ a bucket of ice water to the face—this wakes Bonez right up. Leaving his bedroom, he pads to the kitchen to get a drink.

He fills a mug at his fancy-ass fridge as I comment, “You got company? I can call back later.” There was someone in his bed. I saw a flash of hair.

Big’s eyes tip all the way back into his skull as he focuses the phone on me.

Rubbing my temple with my middle finger, I flip the man off.

He chuckles, far too pleased.

“Bullshit.” Bonez drops onto his couch and yawns. “Company or not, we’re doin’ this now. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” He sips from a literal penis mug. The cup portion is flesh-colored, shaped like two nuts. The handle is the shaft with a fat mushroom head. It’s ridiculous, and he gives zero fucks when he raises his eyebrows, before taking another long drink.

Loving this far too much, that cocky smile of Big’s grows, his eyes crinkling at the edges. Annoyed by this entire night, I scowl at the intrusive prick, then at my brother for good measure. Fuck ‘em both.

Knowing I can’t get out of this even if I tried, I yield to my brother’s interrogation.

One by one, he fires off a list of questions, from what I’ve been eating and drinking, to sleep patterns. Typical doctor stuff. Since he can’t check my vitals, he makes me stand and give him a slow turn.

Bonez whistles. “Jesus, brother, you’ve lost a lot of weight.”

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