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“Please. You are like a dew fairy, living on pure sunshine and rainbows,” Lori snaps back.

“My thoughts are not pure.” I huff.

“Enough of your humble bragging,” Ollie suddenly exclaims.

Lori wraps an arm around Ollie’s shoulders. “Oh! I bet you’re thinking about a certain brother.”

“Foster brother,” Michael corrects him.

“I mean now there’s two of him! Two Uris! Two possessive beasts to tame.”

“No. There’s one Uri and one Ezra, who could turn out to be very dangerous,” Ollie interjects.

“Who isn’t in this family?” Michael reminds us with a snort. “Thinking of dangerous hunks, I want Raph,” he whines.

Lori keeps going, ignoring everyone. “You could have double fun!”

I swallow. “Fun?”

“The sexual kind,” he whispers darkly.

I pull on my braid. “I’m not a sexy femme fatale, how can I make Uri look at me?”

“Angel, Uri is a simple creature with very simple needs. Torturing, eating, torturing, fucking, torturing and repeat…”

“What’s your point?” I ask a little irritated. My nose keeps itching.

“I’ve learned two things are important in life. One, the passage of time is a cruel mistress, give it the finger by moisturizing every day. Two, when you want something, go for it. Idle hands do the Devil’s work. Use those fingers of yours, Angel. Use the crap out of them!”

“You could play him like a banjo,” Ollie interjects.

I feel a wave of confidence enveloping me. “Yes. I can play him!” Why have I been hesitating? I can’t even remember. All excuses. I could have him easily. “No idle hands. Banjo playing!”

“Exactly! Just close your eyes and think how great it would be to kiss Uri…and Ezra.” Lori gestures toward my eyes. But I don’t close them yet.

“I don’t want Ezra.” I’ve never even met him, and I kind of…don’t want to. Maybe. I don’t know.

“Okay, so just Uri then.” Lori sounds disappointed by my monogamous desires.

I take a big breath and let my eyelids fall down. The memory of his wet lips on mine is still so vivid. What would have happened if I’d moved my tongue? I need to drink from his lips again. I want to suck his tongue clean off.

“My heart rabbited in my chest!” Lori’s loud voice jolts me back to reality. He has his eyes closed and a big smile on his face. “Hooo Angel, I thought Uri would be the devouring one, but you’re like a horny monkey!”

Am I?

“Kissing requires thirty-four facial muscles and one-hundred-twelve postural muscles,” is my dull reply.

“Bugger, that’s a lot of moving,” Lori remarks.

Michael’s hand falls on my shoulder. “Just ride him out like an earthquake, he’ll love it.”

The image of me on top of Uri makes me blush. I feel a tingling sensation in my stomach, and my butthole can’t stop clenching. Does cocaine also stimulate sexual desire?

“Is it hot? I feel hot,” Lori asks, taking off his jacket. I look at the snow on the roofs of the cars on the street. Increased body temperature is another effect caused by the drug.

I slide the coat off my shoulders and slowly hang it on my arm. I pat it like I would a cat. It feels so soft. Wasn’t I holding a glass?

“Where the fuck is he?” Rague’s deep growl booms suddenly through the air just before he appears, followed by Gabe.