“Brother, I don’t know what you’re about to say, but I suggest you check yourself.” Translation: Disrespect my wife and I will end you. Duly noted.
“Fine.” I make a face at Mac that’s toddler-worthy, then turn right back to Spencer, who is now full-on facing me, his chocolate eyes intense as he stares at my monster cock.And no, I’m not fucking exaggerating. “Spencer, I would very much appreciate it if you would stop hanging around here. It’s distracting.” My dick twitches as if to agree but also wanting to strangle me. Why aren’t I seducing him? Flirting is my best hard skill, second only to killing. Or riding. Maybe both. I take it back, it’s a three-way tie…exactly how I like my sexual experiences.
I know why I’m not flirting. I’ve been trying to get into Spencer’s pants since the first time I saw him. He was either dating someone or grieving some dick head who betrayed him—I wish I could bring that motherfucker back to life just to kill him myself. Once he was better, he wasn’t emotionally available for a relationship.
Who, and I cannot stress this enough,the fucksaid anything about emotions and relationships?
“Distracting?” His eyes finally meet mine and I wish he’d go right back to staring at my dick.
I lift my chin and double down like the asshole I am. “Yes. Dis-fucking-tracting.”
“How…exactly?” Spencer’s brows are slanted in confusion and it only makes me want to smooth the wrinkles away with my tongue.
“I was playing a game and your voice made me come.” I cannot be any clearer.
“Wooohooo! And Juniper for the win!” As if on cue, the moans and groans are followed by the high pitched scream of one pretty little Khunt who will be drinking for free for two days.
Hooking my thumb over my shoulder, I cock my head to the side. “Case in point.”
“Grinder, you’re being ridiculous. You lost at Cum Train. It’s no big deal. You can’t blame that on Spencer. What the fuck is wrong with you?” She’s laughing and yelling at the same time, which looks a little psychotic on her.
Don’t get me wrong, Mac is hot as fucking fire, but she becomes a lioness when defending those she loves.
“I was doing just fine until he started laughing and shit.” Then an idea hits me. “Thereisone way to make it up to me.”
“Oh shit.”
“This should be good.”
“Run, Spence, this ain’t gonna be—”
“Shut the fuck up, all of you!” I’ve had enough of my brothers putting in their two cents. “It’s a fail-proof solution and then we can all go about our lives.”
“What exactly are you asking here, Grinder?” Goddamn that voice.
“I just need a couple hours of your time where we fuck each other’s brains out. That’s it.”
Simple. Efficient. My most brilliant idea ever.
Chapter Two
Spencer
That’s…it?
“I mean, it’s not the worst idea.” My head whips around so fast to glare at Mac that it makes my periphery a little fuzzy.
“He does have a point.” Why is the Brit even weighing in on this?
“Traitor.” I whisper that word but it also comes out like a yell since the entire room has gone eerily quiet. No one’s drinking or talking. Hell, the sex noises from earlier—talk about distracting—are gone, too.
Everyone is looking at us like we’re the real housewives of dirty motorcycle clubs and this is the season finale. There isn’t a single chance in Hell that I would have sex in this place. To be honest, I wouldn't even have the courage to bring in a black light after spring cleaning. The sheer amount of semen that must have accumulated since 1983 is giving me hives.
“See? Even Mac, the reasonable one, agrees.” If I were a violent man, I would punch Grinder in that beautiful face of his. Except he’d call it foreplay and probably try to bend me over in front of all his friends.
No, thank you.
I don’t do one night stands. The idea of wham-bam-thank-you-man is anxiety inducing for me. I’m the guy who’s going to cuddle after sex, then make breakfast the next morning. Texting would follow with a second, third, and if things are going well, a fourth date.