Page 95 of Dare to be Different

“Because it means something more than sex.”

All eyes turn to Bass. I was not expecting that shit to come out of his mouth.

“What?” he asks, shrugging. “My cock might be ten times bigger than my heart, but it’s still in there. I know some things.”

“I didn’t even realize you knew sex was more than just an act,” Four mocks him.

“Something you aren’t telling us, Bass?” Kade grins at him.

“Fuck no. Don’t go accusing me of settling down like you dumb fucks,” Bass snaps. He backs his chair away from the table and grabs his plate. “I’m keeping my mouth shut from now on.”

“Finally.” Kolt rolls his eyes.

“Afraid we’ll figure out you’re a sensitive bastard like Ry?” Hardin laughs.

“Hey!” Rydan smacks Hardin. “Just because I have an actual fucking brain doesn’t make me sensitive.” He’s totally sensitive, but he’s better than us because of it.

As they all bicker over their personalities and which one is superior, only one person is watching me. Laken. She knows there’s more to this sex thing with Remy, and maybe she also knows that it makes me sensitive, just like we accused Bass and Rydan of being, and maybe even a bit sentimental. The thing I love most about Laken is that she knows, she sees and is there if we need her, but she will never bring it up or spill our secrets unless we go to her first. She gives me a small smile and a nod, not pressing it. Sexy, smart, open, and loyal; she’s the damn jackpot.

Remy better watch his back…

Wait. I jump up from the table. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

Laken laughs silently, like she can read my mind. Can she?

“What?” Bo asks, confused.

The most fucked up thought just crossed my mind. I joke a lot about stealing Laken from my brothers, and maybe a small part of that is wishful thinking and a fantasy that won’t go away, but I… just got possessive of my own thoughts.

I want Remy a million times more than I want Laken. Even my fantasies won’t boot him out in favor of her.

Holy shit.

“Remy!” I shout, slamming his front door behind me. I lock it too, no idea why. Like I can keep him to myself if I shut everyone else out. “Get out here! I’m done hesitating on all our kinky fuckery! Let’s go!”

I stomp around his house, unable to find him. How the fuck can he just go missing when I’m hot and horny and down to fuck? Basically came over here with a hard dick and a mission to get laid, because I’m serious. I’m done waiting. We’ve done everything else, decided to be a couple of monogamous bitches, and now I want him in the last way I can have him.

Bang. Bang. Bang. “Zahn! Did you lock me out of my own house?” Remy shouts from the other side of the front door. “I don’t even know where a spare key is! Open up!”

Nerves flood me because of what I’m craving, but confidence overrides them. I pull the door open and get an eyeful of Remy. Disheveled blond hair, rosy cheeks from the cold, piercing blue eyes, and the hint of something playful hidden under his frustration of being locked out of his own house.

He kicks his boots off, stumbling against the door. It latches shut, and I lean into him, locking it with one hand and pulling down the zipper of his coat with the other.

“Zahn,” he breathes my name as a warning. Maybe a plea.

“Where were you?” I get his coat undone and push it off his shoulders.

“Signing everything from the lawyer,” he says, eyes shifting from mine to my lips.

“It’s all done? Genevieve is good? We’re good?”

He nods, putting a hand on my chest when I try to lean in. His eyes study me, taking in everything from the look of pure perseverance on my face to the way my tongue glides over my bottom lip as a taunt. Beneath his hand, he feels the drumbeat of my heart and the expansion of my lungs, panting hard because I’m goddamn desperate all of a sudden.

“This is it,” he says, not phrasing it as a question. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I agree. “I’m fucking done waiting, Remy. I’m a straight-laced vanilla guy now. Take me or leave me.”

He smirks. Just barely. “Not so straight-laced,” he teases. “But I’ll fucking take you.” He shoves my chest, dropping his coat. “Right now?”

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