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“Jealous twat,” Jed scoffs at him. “They aren’t naked. Laken knows.”

“Knows what?” Kade grumps. “That I’ll spank her perfect ass if it’s bare under that blanket?”

I can almost feel Laken’s eye roll against my shoulder.

“She might be able to handle two dicks, but she can’t manage a third,” Jed says.

“Especially not Rem’s. He’s blessed. Not gonna lie.”

“Jesus fuck,” Kade groans. “You know, I never thought I’d see the day you wouldn’t shut up about your boyfriend. I love Remy as much as the next guy, but if you tell me about his dick one more time in that lovey voice, I will knock you out.”

“It’s a nice dick.”

I hear a punch, followed by a retaliation punch, followed by some cursing. Zahn says something else about my nice dick, and Kade tells him to prove it. That’s when the blanket gets hauled off of us, the cold air rushing in.

“Bossy,” Kade says to her, no-nonsense. “Wrong, apparently nice dick.” He scoops her up. “Show us your dick, Remy. Zahn’s bragging.”

Laken gives me a smile as Kade sets her down. “Felt it against my ass all night. Felt as beautiful as Zahn’s face.”

“Fucking told you!” Zahn fist bumps my knuckles that are hanging over the edge of the couch.

Laken and Kade head into the kitchen, but Jed hangs back. “She okay?”

“She’s good, man. She was… I was venting.” I sit up, and Jed gives me a nod, telling me he’s there if I need anything before heading to the table.

Zahn crashes half on top of me, sort of on the couch. “Venting about what? Why didn’t you wake me up?”

I show him the text.

His green eyes meet mine, all sorts of questions in them, but before he can ask anything, I shove him off and demand coffee.

“Don’t hide this shit from me, Rem.”

Well, he’s in for another surprise. Because Jed’s been training me for our fuck-bet fight.

Chapter 36

Before I walked into Jed’s gym, I wondered if I’d try to lose on purpose because I really don’t think bottoming would feel like a loss. But one well-timed chirp from Remy and a bunch of taunts from my brothers, and yeah, I’m fucking in this to win.

Now I’m conflicted again. The sight of Remy shirtless, dripping a bit of blood, smirking at me like he has this thing in the bag… well, it’s fucking with my mindset. He’s sexy when he’s bossy, and a part of me wants to see this bloodied-up bastard above me, fucking me, making me feel things no one else ever has. But when his smirk turns into cocky confidence, my bones rattle, and I’m right back in it to win.

I’m trying way too hard not to get a stiffy in front of my entire family because, yeah, they’re all here like a bunch of dicks, taunting the shit out of both of us. Can’t ever claim my family isn’t supportive. Jesus.

“Bent over or on your back, Rem?” I shout at him. Nothing like a bit of smack talk to get the blood pumping to better places than my dick.

Remy grins a bloody grin, backing away to his side of the ring. “Spit or lube, Zahn?”

Oh, that fucker.

Jed grabs Remy’s shoulders, pulling him against the cage. “What the hell, Remy? Run that three punch combo we worked on.”

“Woah! Wait a fucking minute!” I stomp over there, getting in Jed’s face. “You fucking trained him behind my back?”

Jed’s smile is condescending as fuck. “I think he’d make a better top, you submissive bitch.” He shoves my chest.

“Hey, Zahn baby!” Mom calls from the edge of Jed’s gym. “We all know you’re gonna lose on purpose, hun! You want a good pounding, but not in that cage!”

I don’t often give my mother the finger, but I do now. Double fingers. No wonder we’re all crude bastards with a mom like her. Laken laughs, the rest of my brothers agree with Mom, and sweet Genevieve covers her mouth like the taunt slipped from her own lips. When I look at Remy, he’s laughing right along with everyone.

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