Page 15 of Dare to be Different

“You are always about that vibe,” he agrees, clinking his shot glass with mine. “Do you prefer guys?”

“No. It doesn’t really have anything to do with gender. It’s the mood, the moment, and the atmosphere, you know? Something like that. If it’s hot and kinky and the vibe is right, I’ll go for anything.” I don’t really have a better explanation than that.

“So you don’t just walk down the street and check people out and think, hey, I wanna fuck that one? Guy or girl or anything else?”

“Yeah, I do. Sometimes. But even sexy people are shitty at sex, so if they’re hot but the mood ain’t right, I’m not into it no matter what they look like.” I smirk at him. “Those hotel chicks were hot, but you’re the one who set the mood right, Rem.”

He grins at me. “Well, you’re welcome then. Your orgasms were on me that night.”

I burst out laughing. “Damn right they were.”

“So, you’re saying I’m hot, right?” He jokes.

“Your vibe is hot,” I agree. I take the shot and laugh again. “Yeah, Rem. You’re hot shit. And you know it, which makes you hotter. Cocky. That’s why we run a strong game.”

He bumps his fist to mine. “Just tell me shit from now on, Zahn. Alright?”

“Alright. You’re such a needy bitch.” I hook my arm around his neck. “Same goes for you. If you’re scared of stranger’s houses, I’ll come hold your hand.”

“Fuck you.” He shoves me again, laughing.

Glad that bullshit conversation is out of the way. I feel pretty good about it.

Chapter 7

After a long day and a video meeting with that flight company out of Canada, I’m finally home and sitting around the dinner table, trying to keep up with the family bullshit. We have a flight early tomorrow morning, so I’m trying to take it easy for the night and actually get a full eight hours of sleep.

“Well, if Zahn didn’t have to jerk off every time he had a shower, there’d be a hell of a lot more time for the rest of us,” Kade accuses, like he isn’t guilty of the same thing.

“Fuck off, Kade.” Kolt, of all people, comes to my defense. “You jerk off more than anyone.”

“Not since Laken.” Kade smirks like a badass.

“Throw her in our faces some more, asshole,” Bass scoffs.

“Where is Lakes?” I ask. Wouldn’t mind talking to her about a few things.

“Not gonna happen, Zahn. Beautiful or not.” Jed glares at me.

Wasn’t where I was going with that, but I give him a cocky grin anyway. Damn right I’m beautiful.

“She’s with Gar,” Mom answers, and my mind dips into different gutters. “We can look at renovating the basement to add another shower down there. Happy?”

“Wouldn’t be a problem if you twats lived in your own houses.” Dom points his fork at Jed and Kade specifically.

I kind of hope they say no because as much as it sucks for showers when everyone is home, I love it when we’re all here. Having Laken’s ass around isn’t a bad thing either, and with her comes Gar. Mm, Gar.

“I’ll look for a place,” I offer. “Probably time.”

“No.” Mom jumps right back in, unwilling to lose us all at once. “No one is moving out because of the bathroom situation. Sure, you can all get your own places, but there better still be a lot of times when you’re all here.” She gives us all a stern look. Aw, she doesn’t want her babies to fly the coop.

“Fine by me,” Hardin says. “You can get up with my kid in the middle of the night.”

I tune them all out as they start laying into Hardin for being a lazy dad and a wimp who can’t keep up with Freya’s sex drive. Kind of love that he’s taking all this shit, though. Finally his turn.

I really do want to get a place of my own, though. I love it here, and I plan to be back all the time, but it would be nice to have a space of my own. Somewhere I could get up to all my kinky fuckery without anyone saying shit about it. Or barging in on it. The Dare house is full of openness, but one thing it doesn’t have is privacy. I’m all for sexy shows, but I don’t want to bring random people here. Not my style. This is my sanctuary, and no one is allowed to ruin it.

I take a deep breath, feeling like I need to take a beat again. What the hell is going on with me? Mom was right; I never need to take a beat. My head is all messed up lately, and I just need a minute to breathe or something. Getting up and going out front, I avoid the cigarettes this time and simply try to sort my shit out.

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