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I twine our legs together and relax against his chest, soaking up his warmth. “How can I prepare for, Hurricane Jake, was it? I need a list of prescribed exercises.”
“Oh my gods, I’m never going to live that down. It felt stupid as I was saying it, but I just figured I had no idea what women liked. Okay, okay. We can do better than Somerville.”
“What do you mean?”
He does a half sit up and raises an eyebrow, and his brothers smile way too big to not be up to something.
“What?”
“My darling, we have our very own weird town about 45 minutes out, and I guarantee we can find whatever books you’re wanting us to read. We’re going out tomorrow.”
fourteen
Troy
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I freeze with my arm extended, because Wiley has his hands on my hips as he reaches over my head for a mug. “Chill out, pookie.”
He smacks a kiss on my cheek and it’s so gross that I drop the coffee pot, which shatters, sending the dark brew all over the place.
“Fuck, what the hell did you do that for?”
I stare, mouth agape, at Wiley. “Me?I didn’t do shit! You’re the one bein’ all weird and touching me all…icky-like!”
The sound of muted giggles from the hallway makes me drop my head back to stare at the ceiling. “That was dare, wasn’t it?”
Our spunky mate walks in, looking way too good in our clothing, and wraps her arms around my middle from behind. “Think of it as…a team building exercise. I noticed how awkward you all were when we were getting freaky the other day, so I think we need to practice safe touches in a non-sexual setting.”
I stare down at her. “Come again?”
“If you all want to dick me down together, then you need to be comfortable around each other. I’m not doing this whole, ‘I’m going to jack off into the toilet while there’s a wet and willing woman in the other room because I accidentally looked at my brother’s dick and had a minor meltdown’ thing.”
She steps around me and hops up on the counter, completely bypassing the mess of glass and coffee. Fuck. Wood floors.
Wiley helps me clean up the mess, face red. It takes me a minute, but I get there. “She’s talking about you,” I accuse.
“Well, yeah. You were thrusting and your ass was jiggling, and it felt weird to be aroused.”
Morgan is now standing on the counter to reach the top shelf, pulling down a brand-new container of instant coffee I didn’t even know we had. How does this woman already know this house better than me?
“We’re stuck inside for another day because of the rain outside; seems to me there are drawbacks to living on a mountain. I’m making you take me to this weird town you keep referencing though. I won’t forget. It would be nice to get some underpants at some point.”
She sits down and bites her lip, awkwardly flicking her eyes up to us. “Sorry…that was a little presumptuous of me. I don’t imagine there’s anywhere in that town I could get a job?”
I watch her prepare a mug of instant coffee since my dumb ass ruined our actual coffee pot, trying to figure out her tone.
Then it hits me.
I pull the mug she’s now cradling from the microwave and set it on the counter. “You’re our mate. We’re going to provide for you. Sure, we could find you a job if you want, but you don’t need it. We’ve got money. Allotment from our fucked-up family, remember? We do sell stuff in town occasionally, too. Shit we grow or make. There’s a market for weird shit in Trash Haven.”
She spits out the sip she just took. “I’m sorry, the town is calledTrash Haven?”
Wiley cracks a half-smile. “Yep.”
“Point is,” I say, bringing us back on track, “we don’t spend much money on us. We’ve probably got more than we know what to do with sitting in the bank. What’s ours is yours. Please don’t be weird about money; I promise it would thrill us to put it to use on something worthwhile instead of buying whatever the fuck my brothers get up to when they go into town.”
She takes a few more sips of coffee, processing. Then, she exhales and simply says, “Okay.”
