Page 33 of Property of Camo

“I definitely think that you need to talk to Tate, and tell him about that call. Maybe he can have someone trace it to find out who the caller was,” Eva states, sounding more sober now.

We are a family, so if one of us hurt, we all hurt. I remember when Clark was madly in love with this guy he met at a casino; they hit it off right away and he was perfect for our boy Clark. Well, it was perfect until it was not. The slimy fucker was due to be married to a woman, and Clark was his last attempt to get his gay fantasies out of his system, and the cunt of a fiancée loved rubbing that in Clark’s face.

Safe to say that the bitch had a split lip in her wedding photos.

It took him weeks to jump back into the dating game, but we ate ice cream together, and watched cheesy romance movies together until most of our brain cells died from the cheesiness.

“I promise to call him tomorrow. But tonight is about drinking and being us.”

I hold up my almost empty glass.

“To friends who never leave,” Eva toasts.

“To family that is not blood, but just as worthy,” Rocky states.

“To cocks who like to please us, making us scream in more ways than one.” Clark winks at me, because I know that he means Camo.

He may make me scream his name in climax, but he also makes me scream in anger.

“Plus pussies, since I do not take cock.” Rocky winks at Clark.

“Hey, we have seen the pussies you like, brother, they are fucking cray-cray.” Clark laughs and we follow him because he is right.

Rocky has slept with some crazy women in the past.

All three of us have helped him chase women away, and we always love coming up with elaborate stories to run them off. Clark always goes over the top, which we laugh for days over.

The guys like to fuck, so they are always looking for a hook-up, whereas we like to enjoy the vibe around us, and have started to slow down the fucking of random guys.

Eva has feelings for Tate but is too scared to make a move, but I know that Tate reciprocates those feelings and is ready to make his own move, before someone swoops in and steals Eva from him.

There is a guy who comes into the gym who loves to flirt with her, which she enjoys, but she never accepts his date offers. Yet when Tate flirts with her she clams up, and runs away from him.

When I hooked-up for the first time with Camo, my body ached for days after he fucked me so hard that I almost blacked out after my sixth orgasm.

I knew what we both wanted going into our agreement, but he wormed his way under my skin, then into my soul and heart.

I sit back in my seat and watch my friends talk, bantering with each other, and all I can seem to think about is Camo. Wishing he was here, joining my family, but from his latest actions, I know deep down that I will never get to experience that with him.

Sighing, I reach for a slice of pizza, and taking a bite, my body suddenly feels heavy with regret and missed opportunity.

“What was that big sigh for?” Eva asks.

I look at my friend and take in her long dark curled hair, that flows down her back. Her large blue eyes and round face. She is beautiful even if I am biased.

We look at each other, not a word passing between us. It is like she can read what I am thinking by the look in my eyes.

“You know that we want you to be happy, babe, so if there is the possibility that Camo can make you happy, then I will support you every step of the way.”

I take her hand in mine, and twist the ring on her middle finger that I bought her. Well, I actually bought all four of us matching rings.

It is a simple ring that is designed with four hoops tied together with a knot, so both feminine and masculine for the guys. We also all have matching tattoos— two intersecting lines forming four sections, each containing our initials.

We also have them in the same place: the inside of our left forearm.

“I may want to punch the fucker in the face and fuck up all that sexiness that he walks around with but if he is what you want, I will stand by you, sweets,” Clark says as he rubs my knee.

“What they said, minus the sexiness because I am way fucking hotter than the biker.”

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