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CHAPTER1
NATE
This wasn’t weird.
Nope. Nothing about this shitshow of a night was weird.
It wasn’t weird that Xavi’s nuts tickled my thigh, and it wasn’t weird that his green eyes tried but failed to avert mine. It wasn’t even that weird that the chick wedged between our bodies squealed like a stuck pig. To be fair, she was totally being stuck by two pigs, but she didn’t need to squeal about it. Definitely wasn’t weird that my foot slipped off the bed and I accidentally on purpose kneed Xavi in the ass as some sort of signal.
I mean, it sure as shit wasn’t weird that we were banging the same broad while having an entirely different conversation through our hit-or-miss eye contact and the grunts and groans that left our lips.
Not weird at all.
“This is weird,” Xavi said.
Oh, thank fuck.
Xavi pulled out and slid from beneath Bridget, which made the two of us do a rough-and-tumble fall to the mattress. My dick slipped out with an audiblepopthat echoed around the small room.
“What? We were just getting to the good bit. Don’t leave, Xavi!” Bridget had turned from squealing to shrieking, andsheesh.
Xavi was half-dressed with his eyes on the prize of freedom. Short of offering him twenty bucks, there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d lure him back. Pretty sure he flung the condom, and it landed on a lava lamp, too. Fire hazard for sure.
I set Bridget on the bed and extracted myself from this sweaty clusterfuck of failed fucking. My phone buzzed on the floor, lighting up the room like a beacon from a lighthouse about to save our sorry asses. I threw on some fake concern, looking at it.
“Devon? Everything okay?” I wedged it between my shoulder and ear, pulling off the condom. Devon would just have to play his part, even though he sucked at acting.
“What? Why are you acting like a dipshit? Have you seen—”
“Shit! Seriously?” I slid my briefs up my legs—the good purple ones I’d bought at full price by accident, thinking they were boxers. Kind of loved them now, though. “Is Madd alright?” I nudged the used but empty condom under Bridget’s bed and avoided looking at her. I should have been an actor.
“What? No, he’s a dick. What are you talking about?” Devon shouted.
“Dev, we’re coming. Just stay there, alright?”
Xavi jumped into action, picking up on the plotline I laid out for him.His brother was hurt, we needed to get there fast, and nothing, not even two holes and a lot of lube, would be enough to keep us from protecting his fake-injured brother. Scene set. “Is my brother alright?”
Bridget gawked around, totally pissed that her needs were not even close to being met. Poor girl. We failed another one.
“What the hell is going on, Nate?” Devon barked through the line. It was hard to keep a straight face when I pictured his expression to be scowled and rage-red. But I never broke character. “Madd’s passed out on the couch like a lazy ass. I just wanted to know if you’d seen the new gloves he got me?”
I found a shoe and pulled it closer to me with my foot. “Just make sure he stays lying down. Keep him awake until we get there.”
“Good fucking lord,” Devon groaned. “You two need to stop this shit and get a life.” He hung up.
Yeah, heard that one before. Many times. “Madd’s hurt,” I told Xavi.
“Fuck.” He acted almost as well as I did, even if he didn’t have as many lines. Great supporting character for this show, and it was fun when he took the lead role, too. “Sorry, chicky. We gotta go.” He grabbed his slides and my t-shirt and ran. Guess we were sacrificing the rest of our clothes.
I gathered up whatever I could reach and looked at Bridget, still kneeling on the bed. “Sorry to fuck and run.”No, I’m not.“We’ll call you!”No, we won’t.
I booked it outta her room, through the living area with three sleeping somebodies, and out the front door. Sliding over the hood realDukes of Hazzardstyle, my underwear bunched up and my bare ass screeched across the hood. Dammit!Only downfall to briefs, I swear!I howled like a coonhound, hopping in the passenger seat with an armful of random clothes.
“Thanks for driving,” I said, slamming my door twice before it latched.
“I know you hate night driving,” Xavi said. “That was fucking weird.” He tried twisting the key, but the truck said nope. “Come on, old girl. You know we love ya. Give us the win.”
Bridget was on her front lawn, headed our way in nothing but her birthday suit, with her fingers pressed over her nips like they were more virtuous than her vag.
