Page 5 of Their Sweetest Obsession

“I bet she has fake tits and a huge ass,” Kara said, resting her chin on her hand.

“Prob-valley,” I agreed with a snicker.

That quickly turned into a sob.

“She prob-valley has a perfect ass,” I cried.

“You have a perfect ass,” my friend argued. “Marianna Westfield has a wide ass. She’s a dirty whore. Reeve’s dick is gonna fall off because she gave him all her antibiotic-resistant diseases.”

Sniffling, I leaned toward her. “Don’t tell anyone. But I slaw his dick once. I maybe kinda peeped. It’s giantantic.” Wait, that wasn’t the right word. “Ginatic. Gi. Gan. Tic.”

Kara burst into giggles. “It’s a giant tick?

“It’s big, Kar.” I held my hands a foot apart.

“Pfft. No way!” She laughed, but I kept my hands up insistently. “Huh. What about Wilder? Have you ever peeped on him?”

Taking another gulp of my drink, I fanned my face, not sure if it was the memories of seeing Reeve’s and Wilder’s dicks or the alcohol that was making me sweaty. “Maybe.”

“And?”

“Not quite as long as Reeve’s, but he’s thicker.” I should have felt ashamed of myself for spying on my stepbrothers like some creeper, but I’d been too in awe of the sight of what they were packing to care. “Like, double the girth.”

“Damn.”

Fresh tears filled my eyes. “I love them both, Kar. Want them both.”

“Yeah,” she said with a sad sigh. “I know, girly.”

“Reeve is getting married.”

“Maybe he will change his mind?” she suggested, always the supportive, amazing friend I loved.

“He won’t. The webbing is neph weekend,” I reminded her, scrubbing at the dampness on my cheeks.

Kara sat her cup on the coffee table. “I’m sorry he broke your heart. But maybe you and Wilder will have a chance.”

“No!” I yelped, shaking my head vehemently. Which was a mistake. Now, I was seeing two of her. “Wouldn’t Belize right.”

“Why not?”

“’Cause,” I mumbled into my cup, thirstily chugging it all down. After draining the juice, I laid my head on the back of the couch and closed my eyes. “Both or none. Would hurt too mulch.”

“Are you going to sleep? Want me to help you to bed?

“Nah,” I hiccupped. “Just gonna close my lies for a men ate.”

“You’re going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow, my friend.”

CHAPTER THREE

wilder

Using my key, I unlocked the door to Marina’s apartment. Her daytime head of security was still on duty downstairs in the lobby, so I knew she was home. She didn’t go anywhere without at least three guards with her at all times. Reeve and I personally vetted every member of her detail to ensure she was safe twenty-four seven.

Being away from her so much over the last few years had been excruciating, but we’d somehow done it. Now, we were in the home stretch, a little over a week away from making her our wife. I didn’t know if I could last another day.

All the reasons we’d agreed to wait for her didn’t seem to matter any longer. She was one exam away from completing college, which was what William had originally asked of us. That was good enough.

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