Page 2 of Dare to be Different

“Morning!” Genevieve’s chipper as fuck, proper morning voice comes down the hallway, and when I see her, she’s smiling like it really is a beautiful morning.

“Jesus, Gen. What’re you doing up?” I check the stove, realizing it’s four in the morning.

“I have a shift at five, Zahnder,” she says, starting the kettle for tea.

No one else can call me that and make it sound so perfect. Little Miss South has all the charm and an abundance of class, and I love how my full name sounds coming from her pretty lips. As I watch Gen make tea and Laken sip my whiskey so early in the morning, I start wondering how the hell we’re all so alike but bring such different partners to the family.

Kade and Jed went for an outdoorsy badass with a massive heart. Dom went for a rugged Alaskan guy who fits in so well with our family. Bo went for a curvy, down-to-earth, yet dominant woman. Hardin finally claimed the fiery local beauty. And Four went for the polite rich girl who took charge of her own life. I don’t know what’s going on with Rydan, but it looks like he’s at least a little into an Alaskan girl we went to school with, so that’s promising.

But what about me? I’ve never given much thought to monogamy or settling down. Is there someone out there willing and eager to handle my shit? My tastes aren’t exactly singular, and at this point, I feel like I need someone with just a touch of a psychotic personality.

Four knows me, but I’m closest with Rydan and Hardin. They know me best. I think our bond works because the three of us are all so different when it comes to what we want in the bedroom. Sure, they’re Dare boys through and through, but I’m the Dare with something extra. Like I got more of my mom’s wildness than the rest of them. Sometimes, I’m downright wrong, but fucking hell does it feel right.

“Killin’ it, Gen. The whole doctor thing,” Laken says, smiling at Gen.

“Killing? I certainly hope not.” Gen smiles, and Laken looks at me. At first, you’d think she’s making a joke, but nope. Sweet Genevieve isn’t yet familiar with that turn of phrase, and damn my cock for getting hard over it.

“She means you’re doing awesome, Gen.” I laugh and finish my whiskey. “Killin’ it.”

“Oh. Of course.” Gen laughs. “Thank you, Laken.”

“Alright, ladies. Have a great day.” I get up and head to my bedroom, drained from the day.

Four groans when I open and close the door, but he doesn’t say shit, so I strip down and climb into bed, exhausted but uneasy about something. Maybe it’s just how busy we are or the way Remy looks burnt out and stressed about it. I need that boy to calm down, because when he gets stressed, I get stressed.

I try to stop my busy mind long enough to fall asleep, but I’m overthinking work and sex. Remy’s right when he says we need some help, and he’s also right when he says we have no lives. I haven’t even got up to any sexy fun in two weeks. That’s got to be some sort of record for me, and it’s not a winning streak I want to continue. But I can’t imagine doing this shit with anyone but Remy, and bringing someone else on as a pilot sounds weird as fuck to me.

I look across the room, debating asking Four to leave Search and Rescue right now, but he’ll just tell me to shut the hell up and handle my own shit. I must sigh or something because Four groans again.

“You’re pissing me off,” he says into his pillow. “Go sleep on the couch.”

“You go sleep on the couch.” I fondle my dick a bit, hoping he’ll leave so I can jerk it. Gen’s bright smile and Laken’s little smirk have me all hot and bothered, but Four will put a damper on my fun if I try to jerk off with him trying to sleep. You’d think he’d be used to tuning it out by now.

“Fuck it,” he groans a third time, heaving himself into a sitting position. “I’m driving her to work. Maybe she’ll give me a blowie on the way.” He throws on sweats and a hoodie. “At least wait until I close the door,” he laughs.

As soon as he’s out and the door latches shut, my hand goes down my boxers and I think filthy but unclear thoughts. Even my spank bank doesn’t know what we’re into right now. My tastes are too broad to settle on one particular fantasy.

Such fuckery.

Chapter 2

Who lives in a house with ten kids and only has two bathrooms? Three, technically, but Mom and Dad banned us from theirs before we were born, and it’s sacrilege to even attempt to sneak in there. I need a shower before I have to peel out of here to help Remy load the incoming planes from Anchorage, or he’ll rip me a new one for being lazy. Hypocrite. He’s already texted me four times telling me to hurry up, then to grab coffee on the way, then to demand I bring him breakfast, and then another one calling me a useless twat and that he’s leaving me as a work husband.

Alright, fuck it. I give a quick knock on the door, losing my patience, and then walk right in.

“Not even sorry,” I say to Dom and Liam. Liam’s on his knees and Dom’s ass is against the vanity, but at least the shower is free.

“Get out,” Dom complains half-heartedly, his head falling back when Liam doesn’t even break stride. Such an honorary Dare boy, that one.

“You get out. You can suck dick in any room in this house, and I need this one.” I strip down and hop in, the water still warm from whoever used the shower last. “You can suck my cock when you’re done, Liam. Offer is always on the table.”

I soap up and rinse down, still struggling with a hard dick even though I already got off a few hours ago. A part of me feels guilty for rubbing another one out while Remy is waiting, but fuck it. He’ll be better off getting me after a release rather than pent-up and edgy.

I slow-stroke my cock to the audio of Liam sucking Dom since they still haven’t left the bathroom. I can’t see them through the fogged glass, but the sounds are doing the trick.

This. This is the shit I love about living here. There’s no shame, no shyness, and no boundaries, which is a bit fucked, but fucked is my middle name. I’m a pervy bastard and have no reservations about getting off to other people getting it on. It doesn’t even matter if it’s a guy and a girl, two guys, two girls, multiple fucking whoevers—if people are fucking and they have a good vibe, it’s hot.

Someone bangs on the bathroom door, interrupting my me-time. “Hurry the fuck up! I need a shower!” Sounds like Jed.

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