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His eyes look up at me, blinking blue and glistening with wetness. He gags around me, closing his eyes, and I firm up my hold on his hair to get him to look at me again. When he does, it’s my undoing.

“So. Fucking. Good. Remy, fuck!” I lose my mind and buck my hips a little, coming in Remy’s mouth with force. He chokes a bit, but otherwise, he sucks me eagerly, dragging the orgasm out, making me sweat. His lips are still glistening when I yank him off my cock and pull him up my body, lowering his boxer briefs and wrapping my fingers around him.

“Fuck,” he moans.

“Come all over me, Remy.” Because I’m fucking dying for it. “Move up.” I tap his ass, forcing him to straddle my chest.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans when I open my mouth.

His hand joins mine, and within seconds, I’m tasting his cum on my tongue. His body spasms, ass clenching beneath my hand, legs trembling at my sides. He watches, never once closing his eyes. I let him pool in my mouth, a little nervous to swallow, but not too nervous to avoid it. When I drink him down and lick the tip, he buckles forward and kisses me, still grinding himself against my body.

“Why haven’t we been doing this our whole lives?” he rasps, breathless.

I laugh, loving that this can shift from tense to fun in seconds. “I don’t know. Something to do with boundaries. Totally forget what those are.”

“Hope we never find out again.” He laughs.

“Never,” I agree.

Never. Meaning forever. I think I want Remy to be mine forever.

Chapter 35

I don’t know if we’re consciously doing it or if it’s simply a matter of circumstance, but Zahn has been staying at my place more often than not. Maybe we’re using the excuse that the Dare family is renovating one bathroom and fixing the shower of the other, hoping for three fully functional bathrooms eventually, but nevertheless, it’s given Zahn a proper reason to stay with me. I’ve been enjoying it a bit more than I probably should, but it gives us a lot of alone time together to experiment and… be weird-ish about it. Flirty boys with no real idea of what we’re doing. Me experimenting with a man for the first time, and Zahn experimenting with feelings for the first time. We’re quite the pair.

But I always crave the chaos of the Dare house. And no one even bats a lash about me staying in Zahn’s bed with him rather than finding an empty one or hitting the couch in the basement.

I can’t sleep.

I pull on a hoodie and a pair of Zahn’s sweatpants, closing the door to his bedroom without waking him, Gen, and Four. A text sits on my phone, unanswered. It’s keeping me awake, preventing me from sleeping, and making me a secretive fuck because I should have woken Zahn up to chat about it like I normally would, but he looked so fucking cute sleeping.

It’s three in the morning, but when I creep down the hall, I see the glow of a laptop and smell coffee. Laken is sitting on the couch in front of the fire, working on photo editing with a blanket wrapped around her.

“Hey, Lakes,” I say, so I don’t scare her. “What’re you doing up?”

She turns to smile at me. “Thinking. There’s coffee if you want.”

I grab a coffee and accept part of her blanket when she pulls it back in invitation. We sip in silence, Laken working on her edits and me watching her work and the fireplace simultaneously. She talked me through my thoughts that night I admitted to blowing Zahn, so I clear my throat and offer her the same.

“What’re you thinking about?”

When she tucks her hair behind her ear, I notice the engagement ring on her finger. Those lucky bastards. “Remember that whole Instagram debacle a while ago?”

“Yeah. Still think you let Gar off too easy for that one,” I admit. “But he’s hard to be mad at.”

“I get where he was coming from. If Kade and Jed told me things, and I claimed to love them, it’d be hard not to believe them. He thought he loved Amber. But he figured it out on his own in the end.” She shrugs.

“He’s too sexy to be evil anyway.” I laugh.

“You’re such a Dare,” she mocks me. “Well, obviously people saw those pictures of my weird relationship, right?” She closes her laptop and sets it on the table, grabbing her coffee and spinning to face me. “And now I have people reaching out to me for advice. They’re thanking me for being open, wondering how we came about, asking for tips on how to talk to their parents or their partners. And not just young people, but all people. Without meaning to, we’ve become these spokespeople for unconventional love.” She laughs. “So, I’m just out here thinking about it.”

“Thinking good things?” I hope so, because although it’s tough to navigate judgment, she’s a positive person, and she actually fits the spokesperson role pretty well. She’d be a great one.

“Yeah, good things. Thinking about how we can make a difference. It’s made me realize there are so many people out there who are afraid to be themselves because they don’t have anyone to turn to. No one who would understand them. Not just about sexuality, but about relationship dynamics and accepting themselves.” She offers a small smile. “But I’m just some girl who happens to be with two men… who make it super taboo by being brothers. Do I really have what it takes to offer up a… channel or platform or something? I’m not really qualified to be any sort of… advice giver.”

“Laken.” I roll my eyes at her. “You are literally the second-best advice giver I’ve ever met. And Rayne better watch her back, because you two are the best listeners and always figure out the right thing to say to get us thinking for ourselves. Look how many people already turn to you with their shit!”

“Only the Dare boys, though.”

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