Page 21 of Séance

I smirk when I notice the guys wearing the same poleaxed expression that is most likely on my face—like they’ve been beamed with a baseball bat—and I barely resist the urge to rub my hands together with glee.

We’re heading off to our first year of college in a few weeks. Though the guys swear we’re a family and that we’ll always stay together, I know from experience that family isn’t forever. They’ll slowly drift away. It will start with a party here and agirlfriend there, then soon, we’ll barely see each other once a week.

I won’t survive losing another family, and I suspect a few of the others feel the same. We need something to tie us together and forge us into a family besides our tragic pasts. I’ve desperately searched for the elusive puzzle piece for the last six months and started to lose hope…until her.

Rue.

I’m not sure why I didn’t realize the answer right away, or maybe my brain was waiting for the perfect woman who would fit each of us. My brother and I share a woman every once in a while when he gets the urge to fuck, but none of the others have ever been so inclined. We all have our own tastes and kinks. I wouldn’t have thought we would ever agree on a single woman, but now that the spark of an idea has taken root, I can’t get it out of my head.

It’s the perfect plan.

I just have to convince the others of it as well.

Ellis is a secretive fucker. He never brings girls around the house. It’s not that he’s shy, but I suspect he might have more kinks than even Hicks, but I don’t judge. Speaking of Hicks, he is a possessive asshole…if he ever allows himself to get attached.

Gunner likes getting down and dirty. For him, sex is just an itch to scratch. He has fuck buddies he calls when he’s in the mood. If you ask me, I think he’s terrified to get close to a woman, afraid he might follow in his father’s footsteps, which is stupid as fuck.

The guy doesn’t have a brutal bone in his body. He rarely indulges in even one beer, drinking it like a damn sippy cup, and he wouldn’t touch drugs with a ten-foot pole. The only thing he and his old man have in common is their size, and both of them are massive. While his dear old fucktwat of a father lovedto swing at his mother and son, Gunner takes his rage out in the ring.

He’s a veritable machine when facing an opponent. If he didn’t need the money, I suspect he would leave it behind in a second. Despite looking the fiercest of us, he’s the gentlest. He’ll release spiders outside and shoo away flies. He’s just not capable of cruelty. Too bad he doesn’t believe it.

Jace is nearly as bad. Though he enjoys women, I think they intimidate him, or maybe he just doesn’t think they’re worth the effort. He just doesn’t seem to care…though he never turns down the chance to share a woman with me when I offer.

Having our mother run off with another man and leave us behind fucked him up. He’s not comfortable around women in a one-on-one situation. I’m not sure if he’s afraid they will leave or if he refuses to allow himself to feel anything for them, other than a fleeting release during sex. He’s more than happy to use his own hand if the need arises, the weird fucker.

Now me, I’m the man whore of the group, and I freely admit it.

My cock is like a dowsing rod for the opposite sex, and I go where it leads.

It’s no secret that I love women. Big or small, tits or flat chested, dark hair, red hair, or blonde, they fascinate me. Even their scents draw me to them like a bee to a flower, demanding that I take a taste.

I love the way I can make them feel, love when they look at me like I’m a god.

The women know the score before I place my hands on them, and despite my reputation, they seek me out. Many of the men in their lives don’t live up to their fantasies, so I show them how they should be treated.

I worship them like they are goddesses come to life.

I’ve had more than one woman ask me to take their virginity just because they wanted it to be memorable and enjoyable. You’d be surprised how many men don’t know how to use their cocks correctly.

When I find a good woman, I’ll share her with Jace, but that’s as far as I will take things with a girl.

I don’t do relationships.

Why settle for one when there are so many women in the world?

I never understood monogamy when more is just so much better.

Yes, I’m a man whore.

I don’t care.

Don’t get me wrong, I do have standards. I don’t steal a woman who’s already claimed. I also avoid any girl the guys might like. I run hard and fast when I encounter those who are a little too needy or clingy or obsessive, and I don’t prey on the weak or abused.

My trysts are always consensual.

It’s an absolute must that a woman is willing.

No coercion.

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