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“Don’t you like women?”

The tiniest smirk crosses Mo’s face, “Not always.”

And with that bombshell, he turns and walks away.

Chapter 11

5 years ago…

Mo

“Just do it.”

My teammate gives me a shrug before turning his attention back to the naked girls. The blonde watches us with her hands on her voluptuous hips while the redhead smiles at us coyly.

“Come on, boys. You know the deal: If you make out, we make out.”

The alcohol buzzing through my veins is so strong at this point, I can’t remember either of their names.

Not that they seem to mind.

Brett, another freshman on the lacrosse team, takes a step towards me and I hold up a hand to stop him.

“Take another step and I’ll deck you.”

This isn’t our first foursome together, so he knows the rules by now. Brett comes off straight as an arrow, but rumour has it he enjoys hitting up the gay club outside of Taber during his spare time.

And that is something I want no part of.

I shudder, thinking about what my father would have to say if he heard I made out with another man. Even if it was for the sake of watching two attractive women get each other off, Jonathan would pop an ulcer if he ever caught wind of this.

Hell, he might even cut me off.

The thought sobers me enough to give Brett another glare before turning to the girls, “Sorry ladies, that’s not on the table.”

“What a shame. We were just starting to have some fun.”

The redhead leans down and plants a kiss on the blonde’s neck. The blonde moans, reaching out to stroke the other girl’s pointed nipples. I chuckle, watching Brett start to drool. I’m just getting into it myself when the redhead pulls back with a wink.

“The real fun begins after you kiss.”

Brett whips his head in my direction but I stand firm, “Not going to happen.”

“Dude, stop being a pussy.”

The blonde smirks, “What’s wrong big boy? Is the almighty Mo not confident enough to kiss his teammate on the lips?”

O’Briens don’t run from our problems. We face them head on.

The loop pounds through my drunken haze as I narrow my eyes at her. My father taught me to never back down from a challenge, but he sure as hell didn’t tell me that it was normal to kiss another man.

Grinding my teeth together, I march over and grab Brett by the back of the neck. He stumbles as I yank him closer, his large hands grabbing ahold of my shoulders as I bring our lips together. Brett’s scruff rubs my cheek and I grimace, waiting for the disgust to hit me.

But it never does.

His hand snakes its way up to my jaw, roughly tilting my head for a better angle. I let him, not because I enjoy being submissivebut because I am too shocked by the lust exploding through my body to do anything but kiss him back.

Brett eventually breaks the kiss and turns his attention back to the girls. With a happy squeal, the blonde latches herself onto her friend and they pick up right where they left off. I’m left standing off to the side, shaking, as Brett joins the girls in a sloppy threesome.

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