CHAPTER 437

Dalton’s eyes widened. “Christ, cuz, you bet that kinda money on keepin’ your dick in your pants?”

“It ain’t a cash bet. If I can do it, Marshall’s givin’ me a quarter share in this up and comin’ buckin’ bull named Atomic Fireball.” Chase pointed his beer bottle at the guys at the table. “So you all need to be getting some serious ass to make up for my lack of it.”

Tell and Dalton high-fived, and Tell said, “We’ve got ya covered.”

“With who?” Brandt demanded.

“The Sweeney twins. Kristol and Marisol. And here’s the kicker.” Dalton leaned in. “They wanna play musical brothers. Hell, when we go out, we ain’t ever sure which one we’ll end up with that night.”

They high-fived again.

Kane shifted in his seat. He remembered those days. Mostly. Quite a few days, even a few months were a blur, but he’d been in plenty of threesomes with Colt and their woman of the night. Funny thing was, he couldn’t recall the faces of the female players.

But he could recount every freckle on Ginger’s skin.

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