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“Fuck you,” Crawford said. “This isourbar. I don’t want to make it messy.”

“I wasn’t talking about you fucking someoneinthe bar,” Jesse pointed out.

Crawford snorted. “Dude, I mean like … the drama and all that. I don’t shit where I eat and I don’t fuck where I want to relax. It’s neater and cleaner on the apps. I message someone, we hook up, then I delete and move on. No mess. No drama.”

“Wow, you’re a stellar guy,” Jesse said drily. “Bet people love that.”

He shrugged. “I’m honest about what I want upfront. I don’t go for any of this emotional shit.”

“Shocker,” Jesse threw back.

Crawford shot him a lazy smile. “Works for me.”

“I bet it does.”

Because while Jesse wasn’t particularly into the heavily muscled and heavily tattooed biker look, he knew plenty of people were.

“What about you?” Crawford narrowed his eyes. “If you’re not into what Tanner’s offering, what are you doing to get laid?”

Jesse shrugged, forcing himself to not look in Connor’s direction. “I’ve got someone I kinda know in the area. We’re keeping it simple and hooking up when we’re both free.”

“What, like friends with benefits?” Crawford shot him another skeptical look.

“Yeah, ever heard of it?” Jesse threw back.

“Heard of it, yeah. Don’t like it though. Like I said, I don’t like messy.”

“Who says it has to get messy?” Jesse protested.

“Oh, come on,” Graham Pennington protested, leaning in. “We’ve all been there. There’s alwayssomeonewho starts to get feelings.”

“Not always,” Jesse said.

Pennington gave Jesse a skeptical look. “You’re telling me you’veneverhad a FWB situation get like that?”

“No,” Jesse said with an amused shrug. “I haven’t.”

He’d done itplentyof times and it had always been great. It had always ended mutually, with both people perfectly happy with the outcome. Like him and Tanner.

“Shit, you must have a magical dick or something, Webber,” Crawford said with a shake of his head.

A weird sputtering noise came from over Jesse’s left shoulder.

“Excuse me?” Connor said, voice strangled as he carried more shots to the table.

Jesse rolled his eyes and shifted over so Connor could slide back in. “They don’t believe me that a friends with benefits situation can end well.”

“Why wouldn’t it?” Connor asked, his upper arm bumping Jesse’s when he settled into his seat.

“Like you would know,” Crawford said scornfully as he reached for a shot. “Hell, you probably haven’t even gotten your dick wet since you got divorced.”

“The hell I haven’t,” Connor said with a laugh. “The other day I?—”

Jesse nudged him hard with his knee to remind him to be careful about how he worded that.

Connor coughed. “I hooked up with someone.”

Crawford’s expression remained skeptical. “Suuure you did, dude.”

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