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His deep voice hits me right in the chest, and I let go, grunting out my release. Waves of pure bliss tingle from my balls to my toes, and I get lost in my orgasm, taking what feels like minutes to fill the condom.

Then I crash, a panting heap against him, cock softening for a few seconds before it slips out.

“You’re going to be covered in my cum,” he warns.

I don’t even care.

“Will you come home with me tonight?” I ask.

He hugs me tight. “Only if I can take the left.”

“After that, you can have any part of the bed you want.”

Chapter 28

Rush

I’m convinced Hunter is the greatest guy in existence. I’m convinced Ian isn’t. And while I told Hunter I’d forgotten all about him, I just can’t. He’s a needle needle needle poking at my brain. Every time I do something, the weight of revenge being unfinished bugs me. Irritates me. If I can clear up this problem, I can move on. Refocus. Steer my life back onto the bumpy tracks I’ve been traveling.

“Rush.” Madden waves a giant hand in front of my face, blocking out my view of the Monopoly board. “It’s your turn.”

I scowl at the sight of my roommates watching me. “I know that.”

“Did you though?”

“You think you’re being cute, but you’re really, really not.” With a heavy sigh, I pick up the dice and roll. Two. A fucking two. I slam my car down on its space.

“Want to buy it?” Molly asks.

“No.”

No one else reaches for the dice, and I have no clue who’s up next, but it doesn’t matter. Because Hunter is in a hotel, and Ian is in his bed, probably ruining more men’s lives, and I’m sitting here playing a board game and trying not to kick the thing over. On purpose, not by accident like Christian.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

My face twitches with irritation.

“Want to talk about it?” Seven asks.

“Talk about what? What do you mean?”

“Whatever has gotten you all snizzly.”

“I’m not snizzly.”

“Pissy, then,” Madden says.

“Not snizzly or pissy …” I try to latch onto the emotion infecting me. “I’m … antsy.”

“Right. Totally different.”

I barely have the mental capacity to glare his way. “I can’t stop the itching in my brain.”

“Could be a tumor,” Xander helpfully suggests. “Want me to look it up?”

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