Page 23 of Fu*kboys in Flannel

Bitch Ass Bro: Bring clothes for Tess. Also, I fucked her and pretty sure she threw your dumbass lamp at my head. We need to talk. Call me when you’re on your way back. I left the hellcat trapped inside and I’m enjoying the sounds of fucking nature.

Of course, he fucked her. If he didn’t take advantage of that situation, then I’d think something had scrambled him.

“Ay! Are we fucking done here or is Remy planning anymore kills in the next couple of hours? I got shit to do.” I roll my eyes, annoyed at the way Remington scoffs and shrugs.

Like wasting my time is no big fucking deal for him.

I’m beating his ass next time we grapple.

“You’re excused,” Grey says, and that motherfucker is dead ass serious.

“Gee, thank you, Your-Fucking-Highness.”

He narrows his eyes at me before waving me off, turning back to ream pretty boy a new fucking asshole. I assume over this little situation but who the fuck knows. Those two act more like brothers than Bennett and I do sometimes.

Throwing the door open to Grey’s truck, I climb in, leaving those two fucks to figure out their own way home. Knowing Grey, he’s probably got business up here, anyway. The Peak isn’t a frequent disposal site for us, but I didn’t bother fucking questioning why we came up here. None of my business.

I stop by the house and run inside, grabbing clothes out of my room for Tessa, knowing it will annoy my brother to see her in them. It would be just as easy as going next door and having one of the girls run me out something, but where’s the fun in that?

He can consider it payback.

Driving down the dirt road that will take me to the cabin is quiet, and I’m wondering how things are going to play out when I get there. Which reminds me that I should have called my brother, but damn, would you look at that? Time just got away from me.

I pull up to the cabin and see his boots resting by the banister on the porch and I assume he’s sitting in one of the chairs scrolling through social media or buying a new gun.

Jumping out of the truck, I grab the sweats and hoodie and stomp up the stairs, looking to the right and sure as shit, he’s scrolling.

“Thanks for calling, you inconsiderate fuck.” He throws his feet to the ground and pushes himself up and walks over to me, glancing down at the bundle in my hand.

He waves his fucking hand behind him, “We need to figure out what the fuck we’re going to do with her. I still fucking want her, and I know you do as well. Nothing we fucking do is working. I thought I fucking had her, but it was a bust. You got any bright ass suggestions?”

“You die and I win. Nah, but seriously, I don’t fucking know. Everything we’ve thrown at her hasn’t stuck. At this point, we’re both better off giving her up until one of us really does fucking die. Then she’ll have no damn choice.” His amusement is evident by the smirk on his face thinking of me dying so he can have Tessa all to himself.

“Hmm. I have an idea. Stupid as fuck idea, but when have we pulled off something beyond asinine and it pays off? I’m gonna reach out to Grey. Go deal with her because I’m at my wit’s end. I’m gonna go take a walk and blow off some steam and I’ll be back soon,” my brother says before walking off the porch and into the thicket of trees.

I’ll deal with whatever he sets up with Grey in a bit. I need to set my eyes on Tessa and make sure Bennett didn’t kill her… or maim her face.

Walking in the door I hear, “I don’t have fuck all to say to you. So unless you’re here to apologize or tell me my ride is here, go the hell away.”

“You're pretty fucking mouthy right now for someone who had multiple orgasms in the last twelve or so hours,” I state matter-of-factly.

“Mase! Oh clothes, gimme. It’s fucking cold in here and I don’t like feeling so exposed with your asshole brother just outside. He’s lucky I didn’t have a weapon. I would have stabbed him.” She probably means it also, and I can’t help but incite her further.

“From what I’ve heard and the bits hanging out by the front door, you did have a weapon. My fucking lamp. So now you owe me a fixture and I think I want to collect right now.” I drag her to me until our bodies are flush.

Bending down, I cup her face with both of my hands, threading my fingers through her hair and kiss her as if my very life depended on it. I pour every ounce of my own frustration into the kiss and steal hers.

Her body melts into mine and the way her fingers grasp my flannel causes a primal satisfaction to run through me.

I feel my phone going off incessantly in my pocket, but I’ve already given my allotted time and whatever is going on can wait until I’m finished here with Tessa.

Pulling back, she asks, “Shouldn’t you get that?”

I don’t bother responding, instead forcing her head to mine and capturing her lips once more until she’s breathless.

“This is—this is why I won’t choose. Why I can’t. I wish you would all see how you both are equal in my eyes and my life.”

“I don’t fucking want to talk about it. Don’t fucking want to think about it. Be in this moment with just me right now. Give this to me.” She’s staring at me, reading my face and what she’s looking for she must find because she nods her head.

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