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“For one, you’re not bringing anyone back with you since we’re sharing a bed, and secondly, there is no way in hell a woman is going to want to fuck you when you act like a goddamn child. Now give me my razor, or I will sit on your face, bare balls and all.”
Her nagging is valid, though. The Knightly brothers don’t have a virginal record, especially in our hometown. The local police might have brought us home a few times for your typical teenage things—drinking underage, vandalizing our friends’ yards, and maybe . . . driving a tractor into a pond. But that was because we were drunk. We may be mostly grown up, but I can see where my mom’s concern rests.
Reid: Ugh, please tell me we’re not going to have another peppermint crisis. Griffin: I think I can still taste the peppermint from last year. Brig: Better to have peppermint mouth than the time Dad asked me to try his Buffalo Wild Wing fudge. Reid: *Cry laughing emoji* Thank God we were all gone for that. Didn’t you throw up? Brig: Four times. Rogan: But not before you drank a cup of blue cheese dressing. Brig: Because my mouth was on fire! What was I supposed to do? Griffin: Not be such a kiss-ass with Dad and tell him no. Reid: Great advice coming from the golden child. Rogan: ^^ Truth.
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“Honestly, I think the town should take a vote. Someone who humiliates another person that much should be voted off the island.” I make a whistle sound and jab my thumb over my shoulder. “You’re out of here, buddy.”
“It’s true. I read enough romance to know exactly how this goes. Boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back. Simple. Your boy loses girl section is just a tad longer than normal.”
Ignoring me, Brig turns toward both of us. “You see, it’s called groveling. It’s when the man crawls across hot coals to make things up to his girl. With Harper, it will take time, but it could happen. I mean, she’s been in town for a while, and not once has she even looked at another man. She’s holding out.”
“Who has the dirty mind now?” I ignore that. “‘Hydrangea,’ then. That’s our safe word.” “No, too girly.” “Do you really need a masculine safe word?” “No. Gender neutral would be appreciated, though.” I huff. “Why are you being difficult?” “This is a safe word for both of us, so we have to come to an agreement. I’m not being difficult; I’m taking this seriously.” He’s being difficult. Classic Rogan. “Fine. How about ‘pineapple’?”
see Ford Blakely’s penis?”
“I can do it,” he snaps, snagging the tie from me. “Just because I lost a part of my fucking leg doesn’t mean I need you to do everything for me.”
I’ll never forget the look on Griffin’s face when he told me, when the doctors confirmed the fourth-degree burns were too damaging to his foot and shin and there was nothing they could do but amputate. I cried for hours in Griffin’s arms, because in that moment, I knew that all Rogan’s dreams had come to a crashing halt.
“Yup. It was fucking hard at first, trying to keep up with everyone else and not showing one ounce of weakness. I didn’t tell anyone about my handicap, but I didn’t have to—everyone already knew the minute it happened. But I swore I would never take special treatment, and the guys never gave it to me. I worked my ass off; most days I came home with a bloody and swollen leg, but I kept pushing forward. If I was going to live this life, I was going to make something of myself.” I shrug. “I might be just a landlord—”
“Really trying to butter me up, aren’t you?” “Is it working?” She spreads the cheese over a Triscuit. “Maybe a little. I haven’t had Boursin in a long time, so this gets you bonus points.” I do a small fist pump and pick up a cracker and knife. “Starting off on the right foot.” I wince. “No pun intended.” She startles and looks up at me, a little shocked, before a tiny chuckle pops out of her mouth. “Did you just make fun of your bad leg?” “It’s been seven years, Harper. If I can’t joke about it now, then I really need to reevaluate things.”
“Why? Because you don’t want me staring at your ass the whole time?” “No, I don’t mind that, nor do I mind looking at you. But what I do mind is when you open your mouth.”
“I was. It was one of the few bright moments in my life over the last few years. I would like to say I’ve been a gold-star amputee, being positive, living life to the fullest, but I haven’t. It was hard to be positive when I drove away the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Can I ask you a question?” “You can ask me anything, Harp.” She bites her bottom lip, and her eyes skirt to the side. “Why did you keep your pants on? Are you scared to be naked around me?” I can’t get anything past her. Her beautiful hair falls over her face; I push it behind her ear. “I’m not scared. I just didn’t want to struggle.” “Struggle how?” “With taking off my pants. I guess I didn’t want anything to hinder my ability to make love to you. And I didn’t want to show you my flaws, remind you of the past. I wanted to show you how different I am.” “I would have understood.” I shake my
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“Yes, with you.” I kiss her temple. “It took me a while to accept the man I am today, and I’m still working on it. And it’s not that I’m sensitive about you seeing my leg; it’s that my leg is what broke us up. I don’t want to remind you of that.” Softly she brushes her lips against mine before pulling away. “I think we need to face it in order to move on. I have guilt over it, you have guilt over it. If we want to move forward, we need to accept the past and everything that came with it.” She kisses my chest and moves down my body. She scoots down the bed and starts to shimmy my jeans down my
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“Now what’s the address of that Brandon bastard? I have something to give him.” “You are not going to give Brandon ‘something.’” I use air quotes. “Did I say ‘give him something’? I meant introduce his dick to my shotgun.” “Oh my God.” I shake my head, though part of me considers it. Just knowing my dad scared the shit out of Brandon would be something. “Don’t worry, I reported him. He’ll get what’s coming to him.” “I’d still like to involve my shotgun.” I pat my dad’s cheek. “I know, Dad. I know.” I start to walk away when he calls out, “You have to tell Rogan. He deserves to know. Start this
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