Page 73 of Dare to be Different

“Brothers.”

“Oh. Are they…”

“Together?” Remy asks. “Yeah. They’re both with her. Think you could handle two guys?” Remy goads her.

Fuck, this is too easy. I mean, Cami is clearly up for whatever because she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it, and Remy might have put in all the legwork to pick her up, but all I had to do was stand here in all my glory. My feet haven’t even moved and I’m already in.

“I don’t think you two could handle me,” she teases.

We’re in.

“Are you just friends?” Cami asks.

No. We aren’t just friends anymore, but neither of us answer her with anything more than a grin.

Condoms are tossed, hands are washed, rides home are organized for Cami, and I’m stuck in my head. I slam a shot of whiskey to wash the taste of her from my mouth, but Remy is already rolling his eyes at me and getting in my face.

“Finally realize you have a brain in your head?” he asks, leaning into me again. “What’s up?”

“Drink this.” I hold a bottle of whiskey against his chest.

He smirks. “Oh, you are so fucking possessive it’s not even a joke anymore.”

Yeah, whatever. I don’t want her on his lips. “Come on, asshole. Let’s go.” I grab his wrist and drag him back to the room we just left.

“For what?” he asks, laughing.

I push his back against the wall and get in his face. “You sucked my cock while I was blindfolded. Now I wanna suck yours.”

Remy swallows, and the laugh dies on his lips. “Zahn…”

“No?” I ask, even though I can feel him hardening against my pelvis.

I want this. I want to do this so badly that I’m already salivating at the chance to replace her taste with his. A desperation washes over me, and I don’t know what it means, but it only craves Remy. Cami was fun, but I wasn’t into it. I’m a guy who thrives on vibes, and tonight didn’t have it. Tonight was overshadowed by jealousy because I wanted to have Remy’s full attention. And now I’m feeling like shit about it because I didn’t mean to disregard Cami like that, but fuck, I can’t help what I want.

Remy is what I want. I’m gonna have to have a long, hard talk in the mirror about my shifting stance on group sex. Jesus. Never saw this coming.

“Are you sure?” Remy asks.

“Remy.” I grab his jaw and cup his junk, making him groan. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. Say yes.”

He licks his lips, trying to lean forward to kiss me, but I back up. “Fuck. Yes. What’re you doing to me?”

I grin at him, but I don’t feel in a very humorous mood. “I’m sucking your cock because I fucking crave it.” I shut him up with that kiss he wanted, and then I’m ripping his shirt off and licking my way down his body, trying to savor it but way too rushed and desperate for that.

I’ve never sucked a dick in my life before. Never even wanted to. But kneeling before Remy, looking at his body, feeling this goddamn chemistry between us makes me ravenous for him.

The vibe is back. It’s right this time. I’m realizing that it’s always right when it’s just the two of us.

I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’ve had my dick sucked enough times to have a grasp on where to start. Plus, the way Remy is looking down at me with hooded eyes and wet lips has me empowered. He wants this as badly as I do, so fuck the hesitation and the fears and the worries about our friendship. We’ve already started this trip to damnation, so there’s no going back now. For tonight—the rest of the night—he’s mine. I’ll fucking keep his attention.

I unbutton his pants and slowly peel down the zipper, already anticipating that first lick. I’ve never craved cum or the taste of a dick, but I’m starting to notice that it has nothing to do with parts and fluids. It’s just him. Remy. The energy he exudes and the atmosphere he locks me in, tempting me with nothing but himself and the way he makes me feel.

“Hesitating?” he goads me into action.

I tug his pants down his legs and press my mouth to the bulge in his boxer briefs. When he groans, tensing and locking his fingers in my hair, my dick throbs and my inhale consists of nothing but the smell of him.

“Don’t doubt me now, Rem.” Even though I’m nervous, I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down, admiring the new view. Never had a dick spring free right in front of my face before, but I’m fucking here for it.

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