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Daire snorted. “They have a title, it’s calledbrothers.”

“We’restepbrothers, idiot,” Caleb corrected him.

“Oh.” Donovan grinned. “So is there something there after all?”

“No,” I said.

East lifted his chin and sniffed. “Better not be. Traitor.”

“You guys are taking this too far,” I said. “It was a drunken night out that Caleb had to sleep off, that’s all.”

“Okay, so not a couple.” West looked between the two of us, refusing to drop the subject. “Dating? Just fucking?”

“Or just a whole bunch of brotherly love?” East added, back to teasing now that the danger of being the lone bachelor in the group had passed.

I rolled my eyes. “Knock it off. You poured tequila down his throat all night and expected him not to black out and go wild? Come on. We’ve all been there.”

“Yeah, but when Caleb goes there, he usually loses his clothes.” East eyed him. “You saying that didn’t happen?”

“The last thingIremember happening was being forced to drink shots.” Caleb crossed his arms. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

“You’re welcome.” East’s eyes shifted back to mine, a devious gleam in them. “So you had no trouble getting him to bed, then?”

My dick immediately reacted to his words, and I was positive the fucker knew it with the way his gaze dropped to my hips. But East didn’t push further than that—he was merely testing the waters, looking for information he could no doubt use against me later.

“Nope. I just kind of shoved him into his room and made sure he wouldn’t suffocate when he landed face-first in his pillows.”

“That was…nice of you.”

“We called a truce.” Caleb side-eyed me.

“A truce?” East sounded skeptical as he looked between us. “Isn’t that sweet.”

Yeah, he was totally onto us, and the longer we talked, the deeper this hole we were digging for ourselves would go.

“You know what’s not sweet? You guys blocking the path to the IVs. So how about you get the fuck out of the way?”

“Someone’s testy…” West waggled his brows, but wheeled his pole aside and gestured toward the lounges in the back. “But please, come with me and we’ll get you hooked up.”

I didn’t dare look Caleb’s way in case I did something stupid, like reach for his hand and lead him to the lounges. Instead, I started after West and told myself the second we were hydrated and alone again, I’d give Caleb that massage I’d promised.

THIRTY-FIVE

travis

“IF THIS IS a party, I’m turning around and walking back out,” Caleb said, reaching up to mess with the blindfold I’d forced him to wear on the drive.

I grabbed his hand before he could take it off and brought it up to my lips. “It’s not a party.” I kissed the tips of his fingers and then sucked one into my mouth.

“Travis.” He groaned, but didn’t pull his hand away.

“Hmm?”

“How close are we?”

As I pulled my mouth off his finger, I took a quick glance out the window of the limo. Scotty was busy driving the rest of the guys around today, so I’d hired a private car for the two of us. “Actually, we’re almost there. But that doesn’t mean?—”

My words were cut off as he reached for the blindfold again, and I quickly straddled him and yanked it back down.

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