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War blinks at me, his expression one of disbelief. “You’re going to need to start over, and do not repeat that question.”

My stomach twists. “I really hate blood. I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

Chuckling, Brooks slaps me on the back. “Come on, Playboy. I’ll hold your hand.”

Behind us, Aiden lets out ahumph. “You wouldn’t hold my hand when I did it.”

“Because I was too busy holding my own damn dick.” Brooks grabs himself as if he’s experiencing phantom pain. “You sure you want to do this?”

“Oh my god, stop babying him. If I have to hear him cry about not having a blinged-out dick one more time, I’m going to personally stab a bar through it for him.” War glares at me as if he’s imagining doing just that.

Suddenly, it’s all I can picture. The instigator coming at me with a needle, holding me down and?—

With a shudder, I cup myself and will away the mental images before they get more graphic.

“I have no idea how you got Ava to marry you.”

His wife is the sweetest woman. The exact opposite of War. She’s the head of charitable relations for Langfield Corp, the parent company of the Boston Bolts. I bet she knits sweaters for the homeless in her downtime.

“It was the glitter dick.” Aiden laughs. “It’s how I got Lex and how Brooks got Sara.”

Sara, Brooks’s fiancée, is the head of PR for our hockey team, and Lennox works with Ava, handling the party planning for the charity events. The three of them, along with my sister and Hannah, are close friends. Hannah is quite literally the hottest woman I’ve ever met. She’s gorgeous, sure, but her beauty and sex appeal come from so much more than just her looks. It’s her attitude that really does it for me. The way she talks down to me. Maybe it’s sick, but I fucking love it.

“Speaking of Sar,” Aiden says as he lifts his phone.

“Why is my fiancée calling you?” his brother grumbles, pulling out his phone. “I don’t even have a missed call.”

“It’s ’cause I’m the fun one,” Aiden says as he taps the screen. “Hi, Sar.”

Brooks snatches the device from Aiden’s hand and taps the speaker button. “Why are you calling my brother and not me, crazy girl?”

“Brookie, are you getting jealous?”

His response is an unintelligible mumble.

Sara’s voice softens. “I only called him because he’s not replying to my texts.”

“Why aren’t you replying to Sara?” I swear Brooks looks like he’ll fight his brother for ignoring his fiancée. He is the definition oftouch her and die, only it’s moremake her sad and die. He’ll do just about anything to keep a smile on that woman’s face.

“Because I’m sitting here being a good friend to Hall so he can finally get the glitter dick.”

“Oh my god!” Sara screeches, her tinny voice piercing my eardrums. “He’s finally going to do it?”

Head dropped back, I groan. “Seriously.”

Aiden shrugs. “They’d all find out anyway. You know we don’t keep secrets from the girls, and they don’t keep secrets from one another.”

“Oh, Hannah and I planned to get our nips pierced when you finally did this. Should I call her? We can be there within the hour.”

“Nipples pierced?” My mood lifts instantly at the idea of Hannah’s nipples.

“Yeah, your sister suggested them.”

And there goes any and all excitement surrounding nipple piercings.

“Ya know what? I think we’re going to keep this activity for the boys only,” Aiden replies, giving me a knowing look. He holds out his hand for his phone.

Sara huffs. “Fine. But could you please send me the link to the house Lennox booked? She can’t find the email, and I want to show it to the girls.”

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