He juts his chin at Cal. “Boyfriend?”
Cal tenses, and now I seem to match Devon’s energy, only Rex is my target. “He’s mine. End of story.”
Because I’m not exactly sure what we are. Just that he belongs to me.
Rex sips his tea, then coughs and clears his throat. “Colt owes me a blowjob.”
Devon whips around, looking like he’s about to flat out murder Rex, who just laughs. My gaze narrows on my friend, waiting for him to explain.
“We made a bet about whether you’d catch feelings for Cal.”
I bark out a laugh. “And if I remember correctly, I get to fuck your virgin ass based on our bet that you’d never fall in love.”
Everything happens so fast. One moment, I’m laughing, teasing my friend. The next, a knife slices through the skin fold of my middle and ring finger, blood leaking onto the table.
Cal launches himself across the table at Devon and both boys tumble to the ground.
Rex and I jump out of our chairs as our boys punch each other, and when Devon pins Cal, I kick the fucker in the chest, then grab him by the shirt and toss him against the wall, his head hitting with a loud thunk.
But when I go to help Cal up, I’m tackled to the floor by Rex, who grabs my throat with one hand, squeezing hard while he punches my face with the other.
Damn. It’s been a while since I’ve been in a good brawl.
I buck him off and grab his thumb, pulling it back, then put him in a wrist lock, kneeing his ribs.
“Stop!” Cal tries to push me off, but I shove him away.
Another grunt cuts through the air, chairs clattering as Cal and Devon go flying again.
Fuck.
“Get your boy, now!” Rex shouts at me.
I climb off and grab Cal, who lands a punch to Devon’s bad eye. “That’s my boy.”
Rex grabs Devon, and we separate to opposite sides of the now messy kitchen.
“Are you fuckin’ serious!” Rex’s face is red, and I’m not sure if he’s about to let his grip on Devon go—both of them look like they’re about to attack again. “Devon’s hurt, you stupid fuck. He’s got a severe concussion, and you slammed his head against the wall!”
“He stabbed Mac!” Cal lunges forward, but I tighten my grip around his waist.
“Easy, Little Fawn.”
Cal’s body trembles, most likely from adrenaline, but he eases back into my chest. I pin my friend with a stare. “Get your boy under control. Won’t have that shit going on here.”
“You’re not fucking him. He’s mine!” Devon’s voice is full of venom.
My head tilts, eyes narrowing. “What makes you think—”
“Because I know you used to fuck.” The look on Devon’s face changes, no longer full of just anger but also . . . insecurity.
Cal tenses in my arms. Fuck. Not the piece of information that needed to come out, not when we’re working through whatever it is we’re trying to figure out.
Rex grabs Devon’s nape and pushes him forward. “We’ll be upstairs in my old room. I’ll calm his ass down.”
I nod.
When they leave, Cal pulls away and starts to clean up. I reach out to help him, touching his hand, but he jerks it aside.
