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“We can do that.”

They each take turns pulling one off and sliding them on my fingers. My hands are smaller than theirs, so I wear one on each thumb, deciding I’m going to either get them fitted when I can afford it or wear them around a chain on my neck.

“They look good on you,” Ford says, and I smile, leaning over to kiss him and then Cash.

And then we just sit for what feels like hours, talking, reminiscing, and lazily kissing one another until it’s time to go.

For the first time today, I’m not worried about anything.

Because the two of them have me, and I have them. We can make it through anything. Together.

CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE

CASH

“God, this fucking tie,” I grumble, pulling at it as the three of us make our way noisily up the long driveway to my parents’ house. We borrowed the loudest car we could find, and Ford makes sure to rev it a few times, drawing several withering stares.

Good. Let them look.

I don’t want to be here with these rich, stuck-up assholes. The only good thing is that Ford and Ben are both here.

Looking sexy as fuck in their tailored suits.

I want to rip their clothes off at the seams and bend them both over, taking turns in each of their asses.

That’s the only thing getting me through the night—knowing what I get to do when I get home.

Ford parks the car and lets it idle, the rumble loud even inside.

“We don’t have to show up. We can just fucking go,” Ford says, and I run a hand down my face, feeling the scruff abrade my palm. I didn’t bother shaving. I look as unkempt as I know I can get away with.

“Yeah, Cash. We can just go,” Ben echoes, reaching out and grabbing on to my hand. He squeezes it gently, and I pull it up to my lips, kissing it softly. The rings Ford and I both gave him are on each thumb and fuck, they look good on him.

Real damn good.

“No, let’s just go. Get it over with and then leave.”

Ford shuts the engine off, but not before revving it one more time.

When he gets out, we follow, Ben’s hands on both of our chests, straightening our jackets and ties.

“I’m so hard for you both right now,” he whispers. “You look so goddamn hot dressed up like this.”

I move closer to him, leaning down slightly and biting at his ear.

“Maybe we can sneak away and find a place to fuck. I know all the secret spots.”

Ben shivers, and Ford and I both smirk, the two of us placing a hand on his back and walking us forward. The house I grew up in looms in front of us and with each step forward, I feel my chest tighten and my heart sink.

Fuck. I don’t want to be here. But if I didn’t show up, then I’d never hear the end of it. Ford always tells me to block them, but I’m not quite ready for that.

Although, at the moment, it seems like a pretty good idea.

Never having to do this again.

Fuck yes.

“Wow, this is a big place. How come I’ve never been here before?” Ben asks, and I clear my throat.

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