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When Gwen’s lips grazed his ear, he stiffened. He leaned away from her creating a little distance. “I don’t need company. Go find another brother.”

“But baby, I don’t want another brother.” She was not taking the hint. Her hands were back on him. Seemingly everywhere, like a fucking octopus. When she climbed on his lap and ground down, he couldn’t stop her fast enough with both hands full. He stilled. Yep, physically he was still a man, but his head and heart rebelled.

Dropping both his now empty beer and his phone to the carpet, he physically removed her.

“I told you to get lost.”

Her attitude turned a little venomous. Which was way out of character for her. Gwen was the perfect good time girl. She was down for whatever and never got clingy.

“Your mouth says one thing but that monster in your pants says another.”

Fuck, he cursed himself. If he could’ve helped it, he would’ve willed his dick not to react, but he was human. She wasn’t wearing underwear under that strip of fabric she called a skirt. His dick had muscle memory with her. They’d spent many nights together. But he would never disrespect Devin like that.

Before he could respond Outlaw spoke. “You heard him, Gwen, get lost. Taken men are off limits to candies.”

If he thought she’d looked venomous before, he was wrong.

“Taken! Since when?”

“Since now. Get lost and don’t ever touch me again.” He picked up both the bottle and his phone. Setting the bottle on the table and pocketing his phone, he stared her way since she hadn’t moved.

She looked more hurt than angry now and he felt bad, but he would not repeat Zombie’s mistake of trying to be nice. That only led to disasters and misunderstandings.

“Who?” she asked quietly.

“My sister. Now leave.” Croon answered before he could. Mostly because he didn’t plan to answer. Not because he was ashamed, hell, he wanted to shout it from the rooftops. However, it would be even more people knowing before Devin. More groveling he would have to do.

Gwen scurried off, and Squatch threw up his hands. “Croon, I wasn’t…” Croon waved him off.

“I know, I was standing there watching the whole thing. I wanted to see how it played out. Glad to see I wasn’t wrong about you.”

Squatch let out the breath he was holding while hoping he didn’t have to pull security footage to prove his innocence.

Croon did drop a glance to his crotch and raise an eyebrow. Thank God Harmon walked in to spare him further unwanted attention to his dick.

Outlaw wrapped her in his arms and kissed her cheek. Santa approached and scooped Harmon into his arms and kissed her soundly before depositing her between the two. Both with their arms around her, one at her neck and one around her waist.

“Oh, Croon. Just who I was looking for. Here.”

She pulled a letter from her back pocket and handed it to Croon. He unfolded it and started reading, then glanced at Squatch.

“What?”

Before he could answer, Squatch’s phone rang, it was his Aunt Phoebe’s ringtone. Her cards must’ve told her, and she was calling to give him a tongue-lashing.

“Hey Auntie, I was just going to⁠—”

She cut him off.

“Jasper.” She sobbed. “I… oh god.” She was clearly distraught.

“Where are you? Home? I’ll be right there.”

He was already headed for the door when Croon caught his arm, halting his progress. He pulled the phone from his ear and stabbed the speaker button.

“No, I don’t want you to… but… I don’t know who else to call.” She sounded broken, and it was killing him. “I… I’m at Lucy’s.” With that, she broke off into a sob. Lucy’s voice broke in, but he could tell she wasn’t holding the phone to her face. It sounded like Phoebe had dropped it. “Jasper, maybe send one of the other guys.” And then the call ended with Lucy soothing his aunt.

Croon still had him in a hold and when he tried to shrug him off, he held tighter.