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I gave him my best finger.

“We gotta find a way to get back at the guys,” I suggested. “But I’m too hungover to think of something. Give me a day or two and we’ll get them back good.”

Jace gave me a wicked grin.

“Oh, we’ll think of something, alright. In fact, I already have an idea.”

“What?”

Another grin but this time, with a wicked wink. “Just play along.”

“Oh God,” I groaned.

I knew whatever Jace had planned in that mind of his, it wasn’t going to be good.

“You’ve got quite the porn star moan,” Jace teased. “It’s very distracting.”

“Shut up.”

“Hasn’t anyone told you that before? Do it again.”

“Knock it off.”

Jace sauntered up to me, his steps sure and confident, his eyes brimming with mischievous carnality. I don’t know why I didn’t notice it until now. The guy had raw sex appeal, and he fucking knew it.

“I say we give Ethan a good, hard lesson. One he won’t soon forget. Follow my lead.”

“What do you mean?”

“Get back on the bed,” he demanded.

My cock jerked at the order.

“Grab the bedframe and shake it as hard as you can so it bangs against the wall. Moan like you did before, but louder, and say some dirty things. Like ‘harder, more’, and ‘oh God, don’t stop’.”

“Jace,” I groaned.

Despite the alcohol-induced headache, my cock filled so fast I was about to pass out again.

“Just like that.”

Jace got down on his hands and knees on the floor beside the bed and I stared at him in confusion. Confusion and lust, my eyes lasered to his pert ass, sticking up in the air in obscene invitation.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“There’s an air vent on the floor,” he explained as he moved a couple of boxes to the side. “I want to make sure nothing’s covering it so the rest of the guys in the house can hear us, nice and clear.”

When he popped up again, he slid onto the bed and beckoned me to join him with one finger.

“Now we’re ready.”

Was I ready? No fucking way.

CHAPTER 16

AXEL

Jace grabbed the slatted wood headboard with both hands and started banging it against the wall, rocking the bed back and forth. A loud crack reverberated as the wood hit the wall, like a player slamming into the boards. In this space, with nothing except a bed and a few boxes, everything echoed loudly. And I was pretty sure that thanks to that air vent, everyone else in the house heard the racket.

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