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“Green Card holder?” “I might be very soon.” I tilt my head to the side, treating myself to a cursory once-over of his perfectly toned body. A shadow of a self-indulgent smirk twists his lips when we lock eyes. “You think I’m pretty, Theo? Funny? Interesting?” I bite back a smile when his eyebrows bunch in the middle. “I believe Vegas is just five hours away. How drunk do I need to get you before you say I do?”
“So, if she’s just a friend, I can fuck her, right?” Logan continues, readjusting his baseball cap. “It’s only fair, bro.” “No way.” Over my dead fucking body. “I impose a Hayes-wide hands-off on Thalia. She lives with me. It’ll be awkward if one of you gets your dick wet and flees like always.” Bullshit. I impose the rule not because it’ll be awkward to live under the same roof with Thalia if one of my brothers fucks her, but because I like her.
And then, without warning, Thalia yanks her top off with a quiet huff. Boobs the size of my fucking head spill out of their confinement, bouncing proudly. The pink areolas and candy-hard nipples drive me wild in an instant.
My body is ruled by fits of shivers, the ache between my legs unbearable, but two can play this game. “Do you know the difference between don’t stop and keep going?”

