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admits as she squirms on my lap from the assault of my lips on her neck. The more she moves the more things start to churn in my pants. “Your Lair Lovers adore you.”
    “Yeah, they do.” I smirk, not able to argue with her. She frowns, as she always does when the topic of my Lair Lovers comes up. They do love me. My wife constantly struggles with the hoards of females that are very vocal with what they’d like to do to me and with me. I’ve received enough panties in the mail to open my own Victoria’s Secret store. Some were too hot to throw away, but I couldn’t convince Lei to wear them, no matter what I tried.
    When I pull her face to mine to kiss her passionately, she quickly forgets she’s irritated with me.
    “Pregnant yet?” Hunter calls out across the room. “I don’t understand how two people who fuck like rabbits can’t get pregnant? Do you need the name of a doctor?” Everyone laughs at his annoying as fuck questions. Every goddamn day he asks her, and when he has an audience, as he does now, he gets more obnoxious with his line of questioning.
    Leila sighs. She knows what’s coming. Trey will jump in at any moment with his attempts to embarrass her.
    “I bet Trey a grand that Mandi gets pregnant before Lei,” I respond to the jackass who is now counting off months on his fingers.
    “What the fuck?” He stops long enough to throw us a dirty look, and then resumes his counting.
    “Hunt, maybe you’re the one who needs a doctor? Are your swimmers slackin’?”
    “Mandi and I are still on our honeymoon phase. You already have kids, so what’s the big fucking deal if you have another one?”
    “I don’t get it,” Scott admits, shaking his head. “Really, why the obsession with Lei’s womb? This can’t be about our stupid hundred-buck bet. You’re up to something.”
    Hunter looks guilty for a flashing moment before he says, “You’re nuts.”
    “Nah uh. Scott’s right. What are you up to?” I call him out on this new development.
    “Babe, what did you do?” Mandi asks with her hands on her hips. Since she joined our group, she’s become much more vocal. Gone is the shy, demure girl who barely spoke. I argued with Leila that it must be because she can’t get a word in edgewise with Hunt. She needed to learn to speak up, and learn she did. “Hunt, spill it!” Mandi demands.
    All eyes focus on Hunter. He looks at each of us, feigning annoyance. This prick is definitely guilty of something.
    “Fine. If Lei gets pregnant before the twins turn three, Joe forks over his John Bonham signed sticks.”
    Leila gasps, “My Joe?” Hunter nods sheepishly. “He loves those sticks.”
    “I know…and I want them.”
    I’m stunned. Not only is Hunter betting on my wife, Joe is?
    “And if you lose?” Mandi asks, her arms now folded across her chest.
    “He gets a video endorsement from me, posted on all my social media sites every day for a month, stating that – Joseph Torrone, from Cliffhangers, is the best drummer I’ve ever met.”
    Trey loses it. He starts laughing uncontrollably. Scott soon follows. Fucking idiots. Leila stares at me like she wants to stab each of them.
    “You’re a sick fuck, you do know that right?”
    Hunt shrugs but doesn’t deny my accusation. “It’s John -fucking- Bonham , man. He is, by far, the best drummer that ever lived! Those sticks belong with me since I’m taking over his legacy.”
    “Oh my God, that’s classic,” Trey hoots. Tara bites her bottom lip to keep from laughing. Everyone gets a good laugh at Hunter’s expense. Leila shakes her head over and over, failing to hide her own grin. I have to give the jackass that much. He successfully distracted my wife.
    Jen walks in during our impromptu “Hunter Roast.”
    “You guys ready to kick off Europe?”
    We all immediately stop laughing and nod robotically. She can effectively kill a mood quicker than Hunter can run from Trey.
    “Good. I have someone I’d like you all to meet.