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And if I do?
Then we love and treat her well—all three of us.
I tilt my head to the side, curious. Surprised and curious.You got this all figured out?
He shrugs.I always have. Are you gonna claim her, too?
How?
Marry her like we plan to.He flicks his attention over to Coffin and down to a peaceful Sola. Coffin nods, just once, like he agrees with our brother, then he pets Sola’s head.
They can’t be serious. That was never part of the plan.
Marry her?I sign frantically. Too fast, I don’t know if he catches it.
Yes,Rot replies.
She hardly knows us.
She knows enough. None of us has been in a relationship before. Coffin is the closest to ever having one. We can stumble through this together. Married. Figured shit out as we go, like we always do.
You want to lock her down?I address Coffin. Since when does he want to be tied to a woman?
The fucker draws designs on Sola’s bare arm as he stares down at her in wonder.I want her chained to me 24/7,he signs slowly, with one hand, spelling each letter.
Then what?There must be an endgame.
He shrugs, about as clueless as I am.We live happily ever after or some shit.
That doesn’t exist for men like us.I nod to each of us.
Rot chimes in,It does now. If you let it and let her goodness in.
Her goodness in? Where’d you hear that shit? In one of your books?I flick my chin at the enormous stack of alien smut on his dresser. Rot’s always been a reader and has gone through a handful of romance phases, but I’ve never seen him read anything like that.
Leaning back on his pillow, Rot’s lips split into an arrogant grin.She told me to read one… but go big or go home.
Ah. Figures.
How do you feel about your first kiss and blowjob?he tosses back.
Looking away, my cheeks go up in flames.
We’re not talkin’ about that. Ever.
“Aw. You’re gettin’ hard, brother. Ya know. You can take Coffin’s place. I’m sure he won’t mind,” the motherfucker teases aloud, and I clench my fists down at my sides.
“I do mind, but I’m willin’ to share as long as you stop hurtin’ her goddamn feelings. You do it again and I’ll carve an S in your ball sac,” Coffin grits.
I step out of the doorway.You threatenin’ me?
He snorts, not the least bit amused. “No, fucker, I’m promisin’ you. Be nice or I’ll cut your nuts. Man up. Work through your shit and stop playin’ games. You’re better than that. You’ve stalked her through the damn cameras for months. Enjoy the real thing or get the fuck out and bea miserable prick for all of eternity while we take care of what’s ours.”
It’s like that?I challenge.
“Yeah, brother. It’s like that. We all have demons. Or whatever you wanna call ‘em. They ain’t fixed. They won’t ever be gone. But I lost her once, and that was enough to screw my head on straight. Or as straight as it can get. My hangups aren’t her burden to bear all the time. Neither are yours. She came to you. She sucked you. She kissed you. The way I see it, she’s puttin’ in all this work for someone who tried to kill himself, ‘cause he doesn’t think she deserves him. Maybe she can decide that for herself. Yeah?”
That’s rich comin’ from a man who cuts her on a daily.Didn’t you nail her inside a coffin?
