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If pressed I was going to pick Jax for tonight so Xavier would go last. We’d be under no pressure and he knew my body better than anyone. But, if I made the call, then it would be as if I didn’t trust Xavier to win.

“If Trent’s out, he should pick the order.” I suggested as Xavier opened the door for me.

Xavier didn’t respond, but as soon as the guys demolished the fish and chips and demanded more food, he invited Trent outside. Supposedly to help start the pizza oven, but I knew better.

Although, subtly went out the door when they returned only half an hour later. Xavier’s face filled with thunder; his jaw so clenched he struggled to talk.

Before I could get answers out of either of them, Chase started a slow hand clap from across the room, “And here he is, right on clockwork.”

My perfect day exploded with Jax’ smirk. The clock chimed for the hour and Jax pushed past Xavier, coming towards me to claim another fucking kiss. If only he wasn’t so damn kissable. Still, my body wanted what my brain and heart were able to resist.

“Do you think you could give it a miss for one hour, mate,” Xavier stressed the word, gripping Jax’ shoulder as tightly as his jaw.

“Is there a good reason?”

“Maybe, because you need to hear what I’ve got to say.”

Jax shrugged as if to say, I don’t give a shit, while Devon tried to break the tension, nodding towards the pool table, “Who’s up for a game?”

“Always,” I said cautiously. Waiting for Xavier to give me a sign—what the hell happened outside with Trent? If anything, he seemed torn between ripping Trent or Jax from limb to limb and it didn’t matter which one he killed first. All the while, Jax stood back as if about to take his self-proclaimed crown as king of the fucking world.

“I’ve made a decision,” Trent announced. Oblivious to Xavier’s rage and with the confidence of curing cancer.

“Do tell,” Jax matched Trent for tone and attitude. Sexy mother-fucker.

“I’ve never competed for a woman in my life, and as fun as it’s been watching you all fawn over little Sydney here, I’m not about to start now.”

Trent left Xavier in his wake, shouldering Jax out of the way to stand almost nose to nose with me. The closest we’d been. Slowly caressing my face. One finger, the slightest touch. “No. I’m not gonna compete for you little Sydney, but when all this bullshit is over—you’ll have my number.”

“What if I’m afraid to use it?” I challenged back.

“Then it’ll be your loss.”

“Oh,” my sigh echoed around the room. “Whatever,” I recovered quickly, moving to Xavier’s rigid side. “While ever I’ve got Xavier in my life, it won’t be my loss.”

“You just keep telling yourself that,” Trent snorted. “Anyway, that brings me to the next announcement. Apparently, when I told your man that I wasn’t gonna compete for the right to fuck his woman, he reminded me that there were still two in the game.”

Xavier allowed my fingers to close around his but didn’t squeeze back. He always squeezed back. His body didn’t adjust to my presence and his face had lost none of the thunder.

“Xav?” I whispered, to no response. At least he knew I cared, perhaps that would be enough?

“We figured it was fair,” Trent continued. Again, as if announcing the cure for world peace, “if I picked the order between Jax and good old Xav. After all, whoever goes last will have an unfair advantage, knowing what time to beat since Chase took all fucking night and Devon took his sweet fucking time.”

“Xav, we don’t have to do this,” I whispered again.

At least this time he squeezed my hand, “He’s being a dick. I’m fine. We’re fine.”

Either not noticing Xavier and my conversation, or not caring, Trent continued, “You’d think by now, our man Xavier knows Sydney’s body the best. And after she’s told him what she wants several times a day, he should know it better than she knows herself.”

“Xav,” I started before he pressed our hands to his lips. His anger directed towards Trent, not me.

“So, I figured it’s only fair to my good friend Jax, who’s professed his desire and devotion to young Sydney in kiss after nauseating kiss, that Jax can go last.”

“Bastard,” Xavier and I hissed together.

“Now, in return for this advantage, Jax has to agree to one condition.” Trent ignored Jax’ offer of a fist pump.

“What?”

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