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“That’s because you’ve never tried it,” Calder says with a laugh. “Seriously, you guys…this will be an experience like you’ve never had before. And with Wyatt due to have a baby in a few months, this is his last chance to really do something crazy before he goes into full-time Papa Bear mode. It’s like a bachelor party for a soon-to-be single dad.”
“What do we do there exactly?” Luke asks, and my hands turn into fists when I hear his tone change from denial to intrigue. That didn’t take much convincing.
“Whatever tickles your pickle,” Calder says with a dirty smile. “You have a kink? There’s a room for that. People at these sex clubs are down for all sorts of fucked-up things. Last year, I watched a guy fuck a girl wearing a horse tail butt plug.”
“Jesus,” Luke says with a disbelieving look at me. “Okay, I’m kind of interested in seeing that.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” I snap, my tone visceral. “Why would you want to go get off with your brothers at a sex club?”
“We’re not getting off together,” Calder argues. “We won’t even be in the same rooms. We can separate easily. The place is huge.”
I shake my head adamantly and can feel Calder’s eyes on me in the rearview mirror.
“This is my year, Papa Bear. And a pact is a pact.” My eyes snap to his, and he looks back at me with defiance all over his face. “Do you think I wanted to go fucking fishing in Canada last year? Fuck no. That was lame as shit.”
I scowl at him.
“But I did it because this night is important,” Calder says, staring seriously at me. “This night pushes our boundaries and our comfort zones so we can walk out of it with a new experience, feeling changed…together.”
Luke turns back to look at me. “He’s right, Wyatt. We agreed years ago never to argue with whatever the choice was. It’s why we all take turns picking every year.”
My teeth clench as images of Trista naked in her bed fill my mind. No way will this go over well with her. But a sick part of me is desperate to see how she reacts when I tell her.
I nearly step on Wyatt the following morning when I find him outside my door, setting a brown breakfast bag on my step.
“Oh my God, you scared the shit out of me,” I exclaim, pressing my hand to my chest. “Wyatt, it’s not even six.”
He stands and runs a hand through his hair. “I know. You left early yesterday, so I didn’t want to miss you today.”
It’s dark out still, and I haven’t even woken up completely. I don’t have time for mountain-man pity glances.
“Well, thank you,” I say with a forced smile as I take the bag from him.
I move to make my way down the stairs and can feel him following close as he says, “Hey, um…I need to talk to you about something.”
“Can I feed the animals while we talk?” I ask, not taking my eyes off my task at hand.
“Sure.”
Wyatt follows me around, rambling on and on about some Dark Night tradition he does with his brothers. He starts telling me about things they’ve done in the past and the reasons and meanings behind why they do it. Honestly, those are the most words I think I’ve ever heard him speak in one breath, and I start to wonder if he even slept last night.
“Anyway, Calder wants us to go to this sex club in Denver.”
“Come again?” I state from the middle of Reginald’s pen. Reggie is out cold, and not even a sex club mention would stir him.
But it stirred me.
“Those places actually exist?” I ask, feeling kind of dumb.
“I guess so,” Wyatt replies with a pained look in his eye. “It’s Calder’s thing, not mine. But he wants us all to check it out.”
My nose wrinkles. “Seems like a weird brother activity, but you Fletcher boys play by your own rules.”
“I won’t sleep with anyone,” Wyatt says as I step out of Reggie’spen and turn to re-hook his gate. My back is turned to him, and I feel my shoulders lift as my entire body tenses with the realization of what this conversation is really about.
I swallow the lump in my throat and school my voice to sound calm and collected. “You can if you want.”
With a sharp inhale, I turn on my heel to face him, and he looks…bothered. His brows furrow as his eyes drift down to my lips. “I can?”
