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“Do you want to try shit with another guy?” I ask.

“Not really, no.”

“Then let’s agree to keep the gay shit between us for now. You and me, fucking it all up and experimenting as we go. Because it…”

His smirk is fucking sinister. “Puts you into a jealous rage to think of another guy touching me?”

Yeah, it does. But I don’t admit that yet. “You’ve always been open and wanting to get lost in the vibe of sex, though. I don’t want to hold you back from that.”

“Remy?” he asks, leaning forward until his lips brush mine. “You are my vibe.”

Chapter 29

True to my wishes, I get to watch Remy in action. And yeah, my boy can work a room.

We’re at my grandpa’s cabin in the woods with all my brothers and a bunch of people from town. Some of them I haven’t even seen before, and I’m starting to question the human race. Who just follows a random person to a cabin in the woods? Haven’t they ever seen a slasher movie before?

I’m sipping a whiskey, eyes on Remy, dick somewhere between hard and soft. He’s smooth as fuck as this blond chick fawns all over him, eating up whatever bullshit comes out of his mouth and touching him every chance she gets. But I don’t focus on that part because it makes me feel weird things. Instead, I watch him. The flirty smile on his face, the way he bites his lips and holds eye contact with her, the way he keeps shifting his eyes to me to make sure I’m watching.

Oh, I’m fucking watching.

Whatever he says next has her nodding, and then Remy is heading my way while she stays on the old couch near the fireplace in the living room.

“You going to join or just perv?” he asks, grinning at me.

“You’re doing just fine on your own,” I tell him, but again, it makes me feel weird. We’re a package deal, right? Two for one? Sometimes just two without the one?

“Fine, but don’t get all jealous if she only wants me,” he calls my bluff. Too bad he’s got it backwards. It’s me who might only want him. For the first time in my life, I’m not overly looking forward to the third person.

Remy makes a few drinks—straight whiskey for himself, a top-up for me, and some mixer with vodka for the girl—and then his blue eyes dare me to join in before he goes back to her.

But I stay where I am for now. The cabin is small, and there are either a lot of people here tonight, or it’s just packed because of its size. I love a good party where no one gives a shit about anything but having fun and getting up to no good. My brothers are all having a good time, so it’s my turn to pick my fun for the night. A blond-haired, blue-eyed pilot is on my radar, and there isn’t a chance in hell I’m losing his signal. He’s up for this game, but I don’t exactly know where it leads.

“This your thing?” Dom asks, standing next to me against the counter. “You watch each other pick up and get off to it?” His eyes are on Remy, too.

I shrug at Dom, not sure what the answer is. I’ve watched Remy pick up a hundred times, but it’s different tonight. Dom’s a bit taller than me, so I straighten my slouch to match his height, and wonder if now’s the time to get some advice from him.

“He’s sexy when he picks up,” I admit. “No wonder no one ever turns him down.”

Dom keeps his eyes on Remy and the girl. “He is. When’d you two start fucking around together? How’d that even happen?”

I explain the Cody and Cara night, the accidental outing of a sexuality I never knew I needed to out, and the whole wingman situation. “I dunno. Fell into it, I guess, and now I can’t stop.”

“Your cock or your heart?” he asks.

Good fucking question. “Both, I think.” I still have no idea what any of this means, but I’m hooked on Remy, and I don’t know if it’s a fixation or… more. “How do you know who fucks who?” I ask, because yeah, it’s been tumbling around in my head a bit.

Dom laughs. “It just happens. Some guys have a preference and some go both ways. Won’t know till you try or talk.”

“Well, I’ve never… And he’s never.”

“Would you?”

“With him?” I ask, not waiting for him to answer. “I’m thinking about it. Like all the fucking time. Can’t stop thinking about it.”

“But you’re scared?” Dom asks.

“Fuck yes I’m scared. Of the sex a little, but mostly about crossing all those lines with Rem. Like… am I gay now? Does that just happen?”

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