Page 74 of Deal Takers

Drew flips me off in reply. “Please, fucker. I couldteacha Master Class in that shit.”

Riley slouches back into the booth and folds his arms over his chest. I really don’t like the way he’s looking at me right now. It’s like he’s trying to do some Jedi mind trick and pluck information out of my brain. “You finally found it, didn’t you?”

“Found what?” Drew asks.Clueless motherfucker.

I nod, answering Riley’s question.

Riley laughs. “Welcome to the club, brother.”

“Welcome towhatclub?” Drew asks. “What are you assholes keeping from me?”

“The Magic Pussy,” Riley explains. “Rainey’s it for him.”

Drew shakes his head. “The M.P.’s just a myth, man. No pussy is unforgettable.”

“Not true,” Riley says. “I felt it right away with Devyn. The very first time we had sex, I knew I was never going to find someone better.”

Drew plugs his ears. “La-la-la-la-la.”

I snort. “What the hell are you doing, you idiot?”

He makes no attempt to remove his fingers from his ears. “I’m preventing myself from being mentally scarred for life. I don’t need to be a part of any conversation that involves my baby sister and sex.”

Riley pulls Drew’s arms down. “Quit making a scene. It’s not like I went into great detail about how snug her p?—”

“Aaaah!” Drew plugs his ears again and starts singing the intro toThe Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

I laugh at Riley’s antics. Screwing with Drew will never get old.

“Anyway,” Riley continues as if Drew isn’t belting out sitcom theme songs right now, “that still doesn’t explain why you’re so miserable. What happened?”

“She refuses to give me a chance,” I explain. “She likes to remind me how temporary we are, every opportunity she gets. According to her, we’re just friends with benefits, which is complete bullshit. That may have been the initial plan, but it went to hell the second I slid inside of her and had a goddamn epiphany. Every time I try having a meaningful conversation with her about being somethingmore, she senses it and distracts me with her boobs.”

Drew decides to stop acting like a three-year-old and joins the conversation again. “Ooh, nowthisI can get on board with. Tell me more about Rainey’s boobs. Those beauties are real, aren’t they?”

“Fuck off, Drew.”

He laughs. “So, I’ll take that as a yes. What color are her nipples? I’ve always imagined them to be light pink. Am I right?”

“I’m not discussing the color of her nipples with you, asshole. Orany other parts of her body.”

“Damn, you do have it bad,” he muses. “I mean, it’s clear you’ve had the hots for her. A blind man can see that. But I didn’t realize it went beyond that. I thought you annoyed the shit out of her. How in the hell did you manage to convince her to sleep with you?”

I shrug. “She’s the one that suggested it, actually.”

“No shit?” Drew and Riley ask simultaneously.

“No shit.”

Cara, a.k.a. Watermelon Tits, arrives with our appetizers and lays them out on the table. “Here you go. Nachos, wings, mozzarella sticks, and fries. Can I get you boys anything else?”

I don’t miss the suggestive tone or the way she angles her tits in my direction as she speaks. And no, I’m not imagining it. Cara and I got biblical a few months back, and she made it clear she wouldn’t mind a repeat. Funny thing is, for the first time in my life, I havenodesire to take her up on it.

I shake my empty glass. “I’ll take another one. And you should probably keep ’em coming.”

“Of course, Brody.” She takes my glass and nods to the two half-empties on the table. “You guys need a refill, too?”

“Sure,” Riley and Drew answer.

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