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“Yes, I’ll be fine. But I wanted to ask you something. I got caught up in the night, but I can’t possibly wait another second before I ask.” She bounces from foot to foot in excitement. “Alexie, my newest but bestest friend. You get me and accept me as I am more than anyone else, minus maybe Lane, ever has. So, will you be my Man of Honor?”

A smile takes over my face. “You are serious?” She nods at me and chews her bottom lips nervously. “I did think I’d make a better flower girl, but the Man of Honor position… I will accept,” I tell her as she laughs and throws her arms around me.

I pull her off of me, and she hugs me once more before she runs over to Lane. “He said yes, Laney-poo!” Lane looks in my direction, laughing, and gives me a thumbs up. I nod to him before turning and walking out the door.

It’s time to go home and get our shit together. We had tonight to let loose and celebrate our best girl, but we have to get a step ahead of that shadowy cunt and take him down once and for all. Then we might get to be as happy as Rainbow and Lane.

Katia

IfeelrefreshedasI wake up. Being in this house has given me some of the best sleep of my life. Next to me, the bed is empty, as the guys almost brought the house down fighting over whose bed our girl was ending up in. Nat smiled the entire time they were arguing, but Conrad made his move and snuck her out while King and Alexie were having a hardcore battle of rock, paper, scissors. They didn’t even notice she was gone until they asked her to be the tiebreaker. I only laughed at them and gladly told the guys she had already been taken. To my surprise, they didn’t barge in there. Instead, they decided to take their frustrations out on another shooting competition in the backyard. I took my leave before getting roped into their nonsense.

The event at Reds was fun, but I tried to keep a low profile. Getting drunk was not an option, so I made sure to stick to ginger ale. Being surrounded by people I don’t know still makes me uncomfortable, and I wasn’t about to let my guard down.

I keep thinking about how beautiful Nat looked behind the bar. Watching her come undone, with no one on the other side of the bar any wiser, was the best part of the evening. The way she tried to keep her composure, but her eyes gave away what she was thinking. Her hands started to shake as she was handing out drinks.

My own hand starts to slide down my stomach until it reaches the waist of my pants. I let it dip underneath, feeling the slight prickles of hair growing back. Two fingers slide between my folds, already soaked from thinking about Nat. The way her body jutted forward, her chest hitting the bar, telling me that Alexie must have done something she really enjoyed. She tried so hard to stay perfectly still, but Stryker and I knew she was about done for.

Moisture pools around my finger, making it easier for one to dive inside. My finger moves in and out, but it’s not enough. I pull my finger out and start to swirl it around my delicate nub. Alexie had to have been licking or rubbing Nat’s nub. I pick up the pace, trying to feel how Nat must have felt last night. I feel my first spasm in my arms, and my toes start to curl. My fingers refuse to slow their pace. A moan escapes my lips as I think about the soft moans Nat couldn’t help but let out. When she finally started to come undone, her knees buckled, and she gripped the bar until her knuckles were turning white. I quicken my pace to finish myself off. Pleasure starts to swirl in my stomach and moves to my chest.

I try to imagine Nat’s face as she came; I want to cum with her. She looked right at me as she did. As I find my own release, I can't see anything else besides her big, green eyes. A louder moan escapes me, and my hand shoots to my mouth to stifle the sound. I’m not trying to wake anyone up with my morning solo act.

The shower after my personal performance felt amazing. I get ready for the day and leave my room. As I move through the house, no one appears to be up and moving yet. My stomach begins to grumble, and I decide to make my way to the kitchen.

Looking in the fridge, I see the groceries seem to be getting scarce, but we have bacon and all the ingredients for some pancakes. I start to mix up the batter, but it looks like math was clearly not my strong suit. My goal was to double the recipe, but it looks like I quadrupled it. Hope everyone else wakes up with a strong appetite.

The smell of bacon frying draws in the first person. Alexie comes into the kitchen dressed and looking fully rested. Perhaps he won whatever battle he and King concluded their night with.

“Good morning, my sweetest Katia,” he says as he walks by, giving me a kiss on the top of my head, a typical Alexie greeting that I’m used to. He snags a piece of bacon right out of the pan and pops it into his mouth.

The next to walk in is King, but unlike Alexie, he looks as though he went ten rounds with Mike Tyson. “Did you sleep well, Prince-y?” Alexie asks, with a bit of snark in his voice.

King only responds by flipping Alexie the bird and walking to the coffee maker. “Don’t be like that, Prince-y. It is not my fault you make piss poor decisions,” Alexie remarks.

When King doesn’t respond, I decide to investigate. “What poor decisions did you make this time, King?” As I ask, he spins around and stares at me, the dark circles under his eyes standing out even more.

“Your friend over here,” he points to Alexie with his thumb, “forgot to mention he is a bottomless pit for alcohol.” I immediately start to laugh because one thing you’ll never do is out-drink Alexie.

“I’m Russian. Vodka is like water,” Alexie explains to him.

“Alexie, you seriously did not trick him into a drinking competition?” I ask.

“Trick? Me? Absolutely no,” he denies. “I merely suggested adding a new element to a shooting challenge. If he was a better shot, he would not be in this situation.”

“I won the shooting competition, you dickhead,” King blurts out.

“And lost the drinking one,” Alexie responds. “So it looks like we are tied. How shall we break it, Katia? You decide the winner,” he tells me.

I throw my hands up. “Nope. Not getting in the middle of this one. I’m only making pancakes and bacon. You two can have your dick-measuring contest on your own.”

Alexie lights up. “A dick-measuring contest!” he shouts out. “What a genius idea, Katia. Let’s go Prince-y.” King lets out a huff but follows Alexie out of the kitchen.There’s no way they’re going through with that, right?

I continue flipping pancakes on the griddle, and Stryker walks in with a smile on his face. “You look like you’re in better spirits than King,” I tell him.

“Oh, those idiots. I left them when they went outside to have yet another silly competition,” he says.

Before I can tell him he made the right choice, we both jump as we hear the front door slam open with BJ shouting incoherently as she enters. She runs into the kitchen, panting, looking between Stryker and me. It takes her a few moments to catch her breath before she finally speaks.

“Are you feeding a whole damn army?” she asks, looking at the giant stacks of pancakes on the counter. I lock eyes with her and instantly notice her expression is tense and a bit sad. There is definitely something going on for her to storm in here.

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