But it wasn’t right. Me and him, me and them, could never be right.

Manson didn’t move. He spread his arms with a shrug and said, “Looks like there’s plenty of ways to walk around me.”

Sure, I could have easily stepped around him, but now it was the principle of the thing. He needed to move because I said so, and he wasn’t going to — for exactly the same reason.

Clearly, we would both just have to stand there glaring at each other until we died.

Manson searched my face as I stared back stubbornly, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “Is it really that hard to give an inch, Jess?”

“Yeah, Jess.” Jason meandered closer beside me, sipping his beer. “Can’t even give an inch when Manson gave you eight?”

Manson snorted, utterly failing at holding back a laugh as my face tightened with embarrassment. “So you do think about it.”

“Excuse me?” I sputtered. “I don’t think about anything. I —” I stopped abruptly at more laughter from Vincent and Jason, realizing exactly what I’d said. I was really doing a fantastic job of appearing calm and collected. “I don’t think about it, Manson. Why would I still be dwelling on something that happened years ago?”

He looked so damn pleased with himself. He thought he was so smart, didn’t he? As if he had it all figured out, as if he had me figured out.

“Don’t worry, Jess, it’s not only you.” Vincent shot Manson a mischievous look. “Manson thinks about it too. He still has your panties in his drawer.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. The satisfaction of seeing Manson Reed’s face turn the slightest shade of pink instantly put me in a better mood. He glanced over at Vincent and said flatly, “I really am going to beat your ass later.”

All right, time to get it together.

“Well, as much fun as this has been, you’re still in my way,” I said, sighing. “Congratulations, yes, you all got a piece. Woooo, I sucked your dicks!” I gave a mocking pom-pom shake with my hands. “I can tell that it was, like, a really big deal for all of you. Sorry about the lack of action in your lives, but...” I shrugged. “A dick is a dick, and you’re all just four on the list.”

I jumped as Lucas growled in my ear, “Tell me how many of the dicks on your list were pierced, then?”

Of course he had to bring that up. I already couldn’t look at him without my brain becoming a giant marquee that flashed: Pierced Dick, One Night Only, Get Your Fill of Some Prime Pierced Dick!

Lucas nodded as if my silence proved his point. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Can’t forget that so easily, can you?”

I needed all of them to get away from me before I fell down into another orgy rabbit hole. Arguing with them wasn’t only making me flustered — it was turning me on. Every biting word they said made me a little more excited.