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My phone chimes again.

KANE

Fucking hell, he’s a goner. There goes her sweet cherry.

Keep watching

KANE

You don’t think he’ll do it?

Fucking pussy

I’d shove my dick so deep?—

I stop reading and toss my phone into the sand. Kane’s always been a sexual man. Hearing about his exploits comes withbest friend/foster brotherterritory. I was there when he lost his virginity, and I’ve been here ever since. He’s toned down on talking about his sexcapades over the past few years, but with Mercy, it’s like the filter’s been removed.

He can’t wait to bury himself inside of her.

And I can’t stop picturing it.

What I have instead of that explicit fantasy, however, is a live video of Samnotfucking Mercy. I wipe off the sand from my phone and open the video, unable to believe my eyes. He’s not gonna do it.

Mercy’s virginity lives to see another day.

KANE

Would you do it?

I stare at Kane’s text message. What kind of a question is that?

No

But I’m not pining after her like Lover Boy

KANE

You might enjoy it

Even if you don’t like her

I never said I didn’t like her

I also never said that I did. She’s a complication that’s twisting my heart and my head into knots. I don’t know how to feel about her.

KANE

You seemed to like kissing her

You were rock hard

Frowning, I check my dick and confirm that it’s still, surprisingly, hard as hell. I bite my lip and type out a message, hitting send before I can delete.

Still am.

KANE

That’s hot