However, something changed when he was put under pressure—his body trembled and he struggled to hide behind his mask, literally and figuratively.
My dick jumps at the memory of him remaining as still as a statue on my lap. I don’t think he noticed it, but he had both his palms flat on his thighs like a well-behaved prince.
But then he left before I could convince the others to add him to our club. Not that they would’ve agreed, and Jeremy looked fucking horrified when he found out his identity, but oh well. I just wanted to toy with him a little.
Use him against his brother if the shoe fit.
Maybe destroy his fantasies about being straight in the meantime. I’ve never played around with straight men, but this was too tempting to pass up.
Blood rushes to my groin and I mutter, “Fuck you, you fucking fuck. You need help.”
“You need help, Niko.” My cousin Killian brushes past me on the way inside, accompanied by his brother, Gareth, and my best friend, Jeremy.
They must’ve finished school and come back together, which I should’ve probably done as well.
But oh well, I forgot.
Jeremy stops a few inches away from me. He’s an inch shorter than me and definitely the most muscled after yours truly. He’s a few years older, but he’s been my best friend for as long as I remember. I might have pestered him for it, though.
He pushes his dark hair away from his face and narrows his eyes. “Niko, please tell me you weren’t talking to invisible people just now.”
“Of course not. I was having a very frustrating conversation with my dick.”
“That’s even worse.” Gareth shoves my shoulder and chuckles.
My older cousin, twenty-one, is the prince of our little group of mayhem. Slick blond hair, sharp jaw, green eyes like some elf, and fucking dimples. The problem with him is that he’s wiser than should be allowed. It makes him a little boring, just saying.
He’s worlds apart from his younger brother, Kill, who’s my age—dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and possesses the personality of a serial killer. My favorite type of personality. The crazier, the better.
He’s a prick, but at least he’s a prick who doesn’t try to stop me from causing mayhem, and, under certain circumstances, he endorses and encourages it.
“Why would you even talk to your dick?” Jeremy asks, looking half curious, half petrified. Which is pretty much the standard when it comes to me.
“We’re having a difference of opinion. We’ll come to an agreement sooner or later.”
“Or you can take care of that ED we talked about earlier. I can hook you up with one of my professors in the local hospital,” Kill muses as he strolls past me and sits on the sofa, grinning like a fucker who’ll have that Colgate smile smashed when I knock out his fucking teeth.
“If you wanna see my dick again, just say so.” I grab my belt, ready to die on this hill.
Gareth slams his hand on mine, a terrified expression covering his features. “Don’t show us your dick, Niko. Seriously, why do you feel the need to get naked whenever someone mentions your dick? We’re cousins, for fuck’s sake.”
“Well, your brother keeps running his mouth about ED and I want to prove that I don’t have it.”
“We believe you,” Jeremy grunts with obvious displeasure. “Keep that thing in your pants. No one in this room wants to see it.”
“I don’t believe you.” Kill lifts a shoulder as he toys with the remote.
“Kill!” Gareth growls. “Stop encouraging his crazy or he’ll be walking around naked for a couple of days.”
“Good idea.” I snap my fingers at him. “You’re so smart, Gaz.”
His face falls. “Please don’t.”
Killian throws his head back in laughter while Jeremy sighs for the thousandth time since he got here and then sits beside him. His state of bubbling displeasure might have to do with me, but I honest to fuck don’t know what I did or am doing wrong.
“Oh, right!” I snap my fingers again and sit opposite Kill and Jer.
Gareth disappears in the background and I catch a glimpse of him going up the stairs, probably to escape my pending exhibitionism.
But that’s a thought for another time.
“What now?” Kill asks with visible amusement. “You going to tell us a tale about your dick?”
“Tempting, but I’ll have to take a rain check on that. I’ve been thinking.”
“You actually do that? Maybe we should check that head of yours when you receive that treatment for the ED.”
“Haha. Hilarious,” I deadpan. “Now, shut the fuck up. I have a very important question to ask. Have you ever been attracted to a guy?”
Kill crosses his legs at the ankles. “You do know that I hook up with anyone, right? Gender doesn’t matter as long as they have a hole I can use.”
Right. He did go on a spree similar to mine, but that was different. I don’t think he’s genuinely attracted to people in any shape or form. He just loves the power.
I do, too, so fucking much that the fact that I haven’t had my fill in a while—the while being thirty-six hours—is causing Kolya’s friends the infamous blue balls situation.
Kill is useless. Next.
“What about you, Jer?”
“I don’t find men attractive.” He frowns. “What’s this about?”
“Yeah, Niko. Don’t tell me you’re having a sexuality crisis after you’ve been bi for over four years?”
I ignore Kill because he’s too manwhorish to offer me the angle I’m looking for and sit on the coffee table, leaning into Jeremy’s space. “Why have you never been attracted to men?”
“Because I prefer women. What kind of question is that?”
My face is so close to his, anyone else would be intimidated and jerk back, but Jeremy doesn’t even breathe differently or attempt to move. He’s so confident in his straight sexuality that he’s not fazed by my outwardly weird behavior.
“You got a boner for Jeremy?” Kill asks from the side like a witch that will be burned in hell while Satan cackles manically.
“Nope.” I push back. “He’s straighter than straight.”
“Thanks?” Jer mutters.
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
He releases that defeated sigh again. “What’s going on, Niko?”
“Get me someone to maim. That’s what’s going on.” I jump up and run up the stairs three at a time, sprint down the hall, then whip the door to Gareth’s room open and shove it against the wall.
He looks up from his desk, pausing on doing homework like a boring prick. Jesus. If he didn’t indulge in some violence on occasion, I would’ve already disowned him.
No cousin of mine becomes boring and gets away with it.
“Gee, thanks for the death scare. Please don’t tell me you’ll start stripping…?”
I stalk toward him, eyes narrowed.
“Don’t you dare, Niko, or I swear I’ll tell Aunt Rai about your annoying habits—”
“Have you ever been attracted to men?”
It’s subtle, and I probably wouldn’t have noticed it if I’d stayed by the door, but Gareth’s eyes widen a little.
He drops his pen on his notebook and exhales loudly. “What are you talking about?”