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I glance down at my cock. “Youdidshow off your mad skills.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do. I don’t know. I like your face when you come. That does it for me more than anything. Fuck, just watching you kiss her was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. So hot that I’m ready to put my sour cream in your burrito.” I thrust my boner against her for added effect.

She wiggles her eyebrows. “Will this gland-to-gland combat be happening here or back at one of our places? They have private rooms where you can watch other peoplehave sex. You can caulk the tub while we do that. We’ll call it birthday gift number two.”

I aimlessly rub her nipples with my fingers just because I can. “Tempting, and I’d like to come back here one day soon, but I want to get you home and have my wicked way with you all night.” I tap my head. “What happened here tonight will forever live rent-free in my mind. Besides, Evan will worry if we’re out too late.”

She lets out a laugh. “I think we’ve scarred Evan for life.”

I nod. Kam loves pushing his buttons as much as I do.

I grab her chin. “Thanks for tonight. It’s the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“Watching Bambi go down on me made it your best birthday?” she asks.

I blow out a breath. “No. Being with you and you unashamedly feeding my inner freak made it my best birthday.”

“Takes one to know one.”

That’s why we’re perfect together. It’s now my mission to get her to see that too.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

KAMRYN

Thanksgiving dinner last night was potentially the most awkward dinner of my life. We were pissed at Quincy, yet he was hosting it. The guys are all a little protective of him, so it was tense between all of us. Quincy was pissed at his parents for some unknown reason. They seemed oblivious to all of it. Ripley was on the verge of tears the whole time. June, who’s usually laid back, was hovering over Ripley, clearly worried about her daughter.

Bailey and I just sat back, drinking as much wine as humanly possible to get through the evening. I was stuffing my face senselessly until it hit me that I must be getting my period, which came as soon as I got home. My form of PMS is eating everything in sight.

As we were walking into our apartment, Justin appeared. He said that he thought we were his food. The poor guy was ordering takeout on Thanksgiving. We invited him to hang out in our apartment while he ate his meal…and I ended up eating my second of the night.

We’re now in Ripley’s apartment as June finishes packing the last of Ripley’s things.

I hug June. “Take care of our girl.”

She nods before pulling back and giving me a forced smile. “The St. James women are strong.” She turns to Ripley. “We’ll be just fine, right baby?”

Ripley stoically nods. “Umm hmm.”

It’s been a long two weeks for her, full of tears and self-doubt. I hate him for what he’s putting her through. I honestly don’t see how we will possibly be around him ever again.

Our groups hang out so much. I have no clue what it will mean for that, but that’s the least of my concerns. Ripley’s mental health is more important than anything right now. I hope June can give her the help she needs.

Ripley sighs as she pulls Bailey and me into an embrace. “I’m sorry to throw a wrench into our plans. I’ll miss you guys. So much.”

Bailey and I hug her. I croak out, “We’ll miss you too.”

Bailey adds, “We’ll come and visit as soon as the baby is born.”

Ripley pulls away and rubs her nonexistent belly. “I’d like that. Love you guys.”

We help them to the car and return to our apartment with a huge sense of sadness and uncertainty. Will Ripley ever play again? Will we achieve our dream of playing in the Olympics together? Most importantly, will she be okay? She’s not okay right now. I’ve never seen Ripley like this.

Bailey and Ripley are the caregivers of our foursome. Arizona and I are the ones they care for. Seeing Ripley so vulnerable is heartbreaking.

Bailey makes me a bunch of snacks, knowing I need them this week, before we plop onto our sofa and turn on a movie.

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