He needs to get laid so he can forget all about hislittleproblem. He’d have no trouble. The fucker looks like he’s the product of Captain America and Superman’s super sperm. Blue eyes, blond hair, and huge as fuck.
“I have this chick bent over, and Cam is…” I tune Reed out as he describes his and Cam’s little romp with some model at the Chateau Marmont.
Reed and Cam are good-looking guys. It’s no surprise they cleaned up with the ladies. As much as I want to punch my sister’s fiancé in the dick, I can’t.
Fucking glass houses and all that.
Cam looks over at me in fear and, with my teeth bared, I narrow my eyes at him. He looks away and pinches the bridge of his nose. I wouldn’t be doing my brotherly duty if I didn’t make him think I was about to end him.
Heath smacks Reed upside the head. “Shut the fuck up already, McKay.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Are my stories too vulgar for your delicate sensibilities now that you’re married?” Reed teases Heath.
“No, you dumb fuck. Nico is here. Doubt he wants to hear about Cam banging models with you.”
“Fucking hell,” Cam groans.
Reed shrugs and slugs back his drink. “So? I’m pretty sure that fucker over there”—he points at me—“has done a lot worse.”
I have.A wolfish grin spreads across my face.
“See, he’s tag-teamed,” Reed says triumphantly.
I wouldn’t go that far.
The vein in my forehead throbs for a new reason as I glare at Reed. “Enough. I don’t want to hear another word about the escapades you and Cam got into. Keep it up, and I’ll be punching you both in the dick for being mangy dogs.”
“Woof.” Reed wiggles his brows at me.
Blake, the shithead instigator, pulls out a wad of ones from his back pocket. “I’d pay good money to see you dick punch them.”
“How much you got?” I smirk.
“Three hundo.” Blake spreads the bills and fans his face.
Reed jumps to his feet and backs up as he covers his crotch. “Fuck off. I need my dick, you sickos. Cam, how about some help here?”
“Screw you, McKay. You should get your dick punched for telling that story in front of Romero.” Cam stands and pokes Reed in the chest with his finger.
I lean back in my seat, take a sip of my drink, and watch the show.
“Come on, man. You should be proud. Not many guys get to visit the Eiffel Tower without leaving the country.”
The table shakes and drinks spill as Cam throws a punch right at McKay’s dick. Reed’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he cups his junk and falls back into the booth with a groan. We all laugh at McKay’s dramatics.
“You deserved that,” Heath booms as he throws his head back with a laugh.
Cam bounces on his toes, waiting for Reed to retaliate, but he doesn’t move. “Apologize to my brother.”
Brother?Well, fuck, I guess I am his brother.
Reed looks my way and winks. “Apologies, Romero. Your sister’s a gem. Cam’s a lucky fucker.”
“Fucking right he is. Now, you mention another word about Cam’s dick, and I’ll chop yours off as retribution.”
“Fair,” Reed croaks. He looks over my shoulder, and his demeanor changes. He sits up and straightens his shirt. “Who the fuck invited that douche?”
I turn to find my best friend, Damien, entering the VIP room as the mood at the table darkens. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, so I’m taken aback by his presence. Especially since he’s been dodging my calls and texts over the last couple of months.
