Page 25 of Doc's Decision

I stiffen, my grip tightening on the remote.

I arch a brow at Shiver’s comment. “You subscribe to her content?”

Shiver smirks, his eyes flicking between Mandy and Zoe. “Oh yeah, there’s some good shit in there.” He chuckles low and dirty. “That last video was hot as all hell.”

The thought of Shiver, of any of my brothers, jerking off to Mandy makes me want to put my fist through a fucking wall. I know it’s her job, I know it ain’t my place, but fuck if I can make the feeling go away.

I force myself to take a slow, even breath. “That so?” I grind out through my teeth.

Shiver seems oblivious to the rage simmering under my skin. He grins, all cocky-like. “Damn straight. Your girl knows how to put on a show. Wouldn’t mind having a piece of that action myself, if you know what I mean.” He winks at Mandy.

White hot fury explodes behind my eyes.

Before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m halfway out of my seat, ready to choke the shit out of him.

But Mandy’s hand on my thigh stops me cold. “Doc,” she says quietly, a warning in her voice.

It’s like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head.

I slowly sink back down, struggling to regain control.

I can’t fucking lose it, not here, not now.

But I want to. God, I want to.

Shiver finally seems to clue in that he’s misstepped.

He holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Whoa, hey, just paying the lady a compliment! Didn’t mean nothing by it.”

“Then watch your fucking mouth,” I snarl under my breath. “That’s not how you talk about her. Any of them.”

My blood’s still boiling, my chest heaving with barely leashed aggression.

The dark, ugly thing inside me rattles its cage, hungry to break free.

To stake its claim on Mandy in front of everyone, consequences be damned.

But I wrestle it back and shove it down deep where it belongs.

Imagining my brother getting off to Mandy sends a surge of possessive jealousy through my veins.

I don’t want any of them seeing her like that, picturing what they’d do to her perfect curves.

She’s so much more than a piece of ass.

“Shit, man, I didn’t mean nothin’ bad by it.” Shiver smirks. “Cut me a break, will ya?”

Mandy shifts and grabs the beer in my other hand, taking a big swig of it, clearly eager for us to change the subject.

I open my mouth, ready to tell Shiver to shut the fuck up when Dixon jumps in. “Jalen had a hell of a game last week. Coach says he could make varsity as a freshman if he keeps it up.”

“Boy’s a natural,” Indra adds proudly. “Get used to seeing his jersey at the top of the leaderboards.”

The conversation drifts to football and everyone’s plans for the holidays.

Crisis averted, for now at least.

But I put the remote down and wrap my arm around Mandy’s shoulders, offering her some reassurance.

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