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“Well, look at that. The connection is terrible. So sad. Love you, bye.” And he hits the red button.

“That is not fair. They were going to tell me things, and we were going to become besties.” I say, handing him back his phone. “Now I’ll never know how much you love my dick.”

Nicky looks up at me, still pressed into my side. “If only there was some other way you could find out.”

My breath catches in my throat.

He’s flirting with me.

“How much do-”

He cuts me off before I can finish. “I think about how you felt inside me every time I get myself off.” He brushes his lips against my cheek in the barest of kisses before he moves to the other end of the sofa. “Want a game of Mario Kart before you go to work?”

I stare at him, my jaw dropped in shock.

“Are you hoping that if you have your mouth open in front of Nicky, he might decide to put his cock in it?” Rex says, sitting in between us. I didn’t even hear the fucker come in. Fizz and Echo sit on the burnt orange couch next to us. “If we’re having a Mario Kart tournament, I’m Yoshi.”

“I’m Luigi,” Nicky says.

“I’m Mario,” I say mainly for Nicky’s benefit.

“Even in a game, you’re brothers that fuck,” Fizz snorts.

“We’re stepbrothers, that fuck.”

Fizz ignores me. “I guess we have confirmation who the bottom is.” Fizz holds his hand up to me.

“I’m not high-fiving that, asshole.”

“Have any of you guys hooked up with each other?” Nicky asks, looking directly at me. I kind of love that he’s the jealous type. Thinking about him being as possessive as I am is a total fucking turn-on.

“I’ve fooled around with Buck a few times, but I think we all have,” Fizz shrugs.

“Nope.”

“Not me.”

“I haven’t.”

Fizz looks at us all in shock. “Seriously?”

“Looks like it’s just you, man.” Rex laughs.

We spend the next few hours playing Mario Kart, where I kick everyone’s asses. Including Nicky, who is surprisingly bad at this game.

“Dude, how are you so shit at this?” Rex asks Nicky as he starts to lap him.

“I can’t be perfect at everything,” He says, tongue peeping out in concentration as his bike careens off the rainbow bridge for the sixth time. “I would beat all of you at poker.”

“Strip poker?” I honestly can’t help myself. I can just imagine Nicky stripping for me.

“Your dick is going to fall off if you keep getting boners in those tight jeans.”

“Shut up, Fizz.”

“We could play strip poker, but it’ll be you who gets naked.” Nicky looks at me way too smugly for someone who just got hit by their own green shell.

I smile at him, and he practically melts the moment he notices my dimples. I forgot my secret weapon. “Finish the game, and then I’m taking you to lunch. I only have one client today at two, and Opie and Chez are on walk-in duty.”

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