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“What’s that?” I ask, trying to contain my excitement.

She leans in close, her lips brushing my ear. “Ultimately, Diana belongs to me.”

She spins on her heels, prancing out with her bell-bottoms, leaving me speechless and horny as hell.

TOMMY

We pull up to pure debauchery.

One thing I love about this town is that everyone likes to party here. The keg parties are epic, which is also why our group doesn’t particularly stand out among the rest of the kids doing stupid and messed-up shit all the time.

The party is at a well-known party house in town, and it’s crawling with people from school. The hippie crowd is out tonight, everyone channeling love and peace. We pull up in Bax’s Shaggin’ Waggin, making sure everyone sees us.

“Loud and proud, baby,” Bax drawls as he cranks down the window and flashes a peace sign at a pair of wide-eyed freshmen walking by. “What’s happening, ladies?”

They giggle and saunter off, and Bax—never one to shy away from chasing ass—jumps out and bolts after them.

The guy reminds me of Pig Pen, but instead of a permanent cloud of dust, it’s a permanent cloud of smoke.

I’m not sure if any news has spread as to what happened on campus yet, but I’m sure it will, eventually. By the end of tonight, everyone will be talking about it.

Remy cranks the door open and hops out, helping Talia out first, then Didi, and I jump out last, keeping my eyes on Didi’s ass in her tight jeans, even as she grabs Remy’s hand.

We head inside, and there are as many people inside as outside. I stand back and cross my arms.

Talia nudges me and hands me a beer. “Cheer up, pretty boy.”

My jaw twitches as Remy takes Didi into a dark corner. “I’m trying. I’m really fucking trying.”

She steps in beside me, and I wrap my arm around her slender waist, and she nuzzles in. “Give me what I want tonight, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“What do I want, Talia?” I ask, arching my brows.

She looks up at me and smirks. Her soft side is shining through, which is typical Talia behavior after she’s done something heinous. Or rather, after she made one of us do something heinous for her.

“You want Remy out of the way.” She says it with such confidence. “You two have always been so competitive. It doesn’t surprise me in the least that you fell in love with the same girl.”

I let out a laugh as I stare at my best friend and girlfriend in the corner giving each other eyes.

For the first time in a long time—years, perhaps—he seems happy. And that makes me happy, too.

I take a sip of my beer. “Not necessarily.”

She arches her eyebrows. “Tommy Landry, you little scoundrel. Are you into my brother?”

This time I elbow her. “No. It’s not like that.” Maybe she doesn’t know the two of us that well after all. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve watched Remy fuck someone and enjoyed it. We compete over everything but also don’t mind to share—just like brothers. She stares at me for a long moment, her eyes dancing.

“Well, I have plans tonight. So I don’t overly care what you do.”

“You do, huh? And what are your plans?”

Her attention drifts to Stephen Garcia. That prick was friends with Daniel Jenkins and liked to make my life miserable growing up. He’s a pompous asshole who wears argyle and thinks he’s better than everyone else because he’s the president of Kinsmen University’s son. I never liked how he watched Talia when he thought no one was looking.

His girlfriend is beside him, chatting with a few people, but he keeps darting his gaze in our direction.

He gives her a smile and a wave, and I curl my lip and squeeze my hand around her. “What’s your play, Talia?”

I know what it is without her having to tell me.