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Asher turns and looks at me, his brows knit together. “Aren’t you married? Don’t you, like, not need them now? Isn’t that sort of the point of marriage?”
I tilt my head and stare at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “Are you seriously questioning my intentions right now? Do you have one or not?”
“Yes and no.”
“Yes to what? No to what?” I’m too goddamn horny for this conversation.
“Yes, I’m questioning your intentions, and no, I don’t have a condom.”
“You don’t have a condom? You’re like the poster boy of random sexual encounters.”
“I’m not sure if that’s an insult or a compliment,” he says, tilting his head at me. “But regardless, I’m not really so much a condom kind of guy.”
My eyes might bug out of my head a little at his words. “You don’t use condoms? But what about STDs?”
“Are we really going to get into this right now? I’m not saying I don’t use them. I’m careful, and I certainly don’t want to knock anybody up. I use them when it’s necessary. But if I don’t have one on me, then I guess that means I can’t use it. So I don’t carry them around, and I hope for the best.” He shrugs.
How the fuck are we related?
I blink a few times as I stare at him. I really didn’t think I was about to get into a whole condom discussion with my brother when I walked over to approach him, but I give him the older brother spiel anyway. “You need to use one every time to protect yourself and your partner,” I scold.
“Right. Are you going to stand here lecturing me, or are you going to move onto someone else who might actually carry condoms in their pocket so you can get laid?”
I blow out a breath and keep my fuck you in my head as I spin around and look for Grayson. He may be my final hope here.
I see him talking to some buddies, and I make my way in that direction. They’re all laughing about something, and I wait to ask my question.
Grayson acknowledges my presence with a quick nod, and I lean in toward him. “Can I ask you a question? Privately?”
He glances at Beckett then turns toward me. “What?”
“Do you have any condoms?”
His brows rise. “I do, but they’re probably expired by now since I haven’t used one in months with Ava. Why?”
“Why the fuck do you think?”
He laughs. Clearly, my brothers enjoy seeing me suffer. “Master bathroom, third cabinet door from the left under the counter. Take the whole box if you want. Just stay off my bed.”
“Got anywhere else I can go?”
“You’re that desperate?” he asks.
“You have no idea.” I’m definitely that desperate, and I hear the desperation in my own tone.
“Nobody is staying in the third-floor guest room where you usually stay. Enjoy. Be safe. And for God’s sake, make sure she gets hers.”
I make a face of disgust at the insult. “Who do I look like, Asher?”
He laughs. “To be honest, man, I’d expect shit like this out of Asher. Vegas Spencer is just full of surprises.”
He’s not wrong. But I don’t have time to chat about it.
“Thanks, brochacho.” I rush away from him back toward my wife, wait until she finishes her sentence, and then I lead her toward the house so we can go find that third-floor guest room that will henceforth be known as the room where I first fucked my wife.
Chapter 30: Grace Nash
I’m Married to Those Abs
