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“Stop,” I groaned, holding a hand up toward Gibs. “Just let it go, lad.”

“You’re a bad bastard.” Feely chuckled. “That was savage, Gibs.”

Gibsie shrugged. “Sometimes you have to be a bad bastard when you’re dealing with a bad bitch.”

Robbie, Pierce, and the lads from the team surrounded us then, each taking turns slapping me on the back and welcoming me back and asking questions I would never in my wildest dreams give them genuine answers to.

“Lads, let Cap’s misfortune be a warning to us all of the dangers that lurk behind a decent pair of tits,” Gibsie announced. “When in doubt, rub one out.”

His comments drew a laugh from everyone—myself included.

“You’re a lucky boy,” Pierce agreed with a shudder.

“Dangerous pussy,” Robbie offered.

“I’ll fucking say,” I muttered, rubbing my temples.

“And you guys gave me shit for getting with Katie in second year,” Hughie mused, sounding awfully fucking smug as he pushed off the lockers and puffed his chest. “Steady and sensible doesn’t look so bad now, does it?”

“After that outburst,you’renot looking so bad,” Gibsie offered.

Hughie grinned, while the rest of us sighed heavily.

Don’t take the bait, Hughie…

You’re walking yourself into it…

“Are you saying that you want my dick, Gibs?” Hughie teased.

“I’m saying I want your sister’s pussy,” Gibsie shot back, waggling his brows.

There it is…

“Around my cock,” Gibsie continued.

“Gibs,” I warned.

“On my face.”

“Gibsie!” Feely groaned.

“All over me.”

The smile on Hughie’s face morphed into a furious scowl. “Take it back.”

“No.”

“Take itback, asshole.”

“No.”

“Just take it fucking back!”

“Just accept it.” Gibsie laughed, bouncing back on his feet when Hughie took a swing at him. “It’s going to happen,brother-in-law.”

“Over my dead body,” Hughie snarled, lunging. “She’s too good for you—”

“Don’t be an eejit, Gibs,” I snapped, grabbing the back of Hughie’s jumper and dragging him back to me. “Ignore him, Hugh. He’s only messing with you.”

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