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I glare at him.

Just shut the fuck up!

“Oh posh, what do you think Summer is? Some innocent little girl who can’t ‘andle four big burly men? Ridiculous. She’d obviously surprise you.”

I groan inwardly. Mrs. Merriweather is fucking killing me.

“I completely agree with you. There’s nothing frightening about us. We’d take very good care of her. Right boys?” Snake addresses the guys.

“Always,” Gringo smiles. He can’t hide his dark side.

“Every time,” Bull grunts with a smirk.

“Then it’s settled,” Mrs. Merriweather clasps my hand in hers again and pulls my attention away from Summer, who I’m sure wants to crawl under the counter. Fuck me, I want to crawl under there with her. “You’ll share our Summer with your friends, Rock. Don’t be selfish.”

For fucks sake, woman, if you only knew what they want to do to her. What we want to do with her. Me too.

“I can’t promise that,” I talk to her but I’m looking at the boys. “I’m a selfish man.”

You’re not going anywhere near her. Not unless I say so.

“Well, I don’t know about Summer,” the apparent leader of the mom’s club joins our conversation. “But we certainly aren’t afraid of you gentlemen.”

Bull turns to look at her as she stands and approaches our table, all thirty-six D of her.

“I’m mighty happy to hear that, ma’am,” he drawls.

I’d bet my right nut he’s talking to her tits.

“In fact,” she pulls over a chair and sits down between Bull and Gringo. It figures she’d pick those two dirty motherfuckers. “I’ve been meaning to come over and pay you a visit. It’s one of the top items on my bucket list, you know, something risqué.”

Multiple cocks. Check!

“We aim to please, don’t we, Gringo?” Bull asks his partner in crime.

Can this get any more fucking uncomfortable?

“Satisfaction is our number one priority,” Gringo responds, the answer fucking dripping sexual promise.

“It’ll be so hard to choose,” she clenches the tip of a fingernail between her teeth and glances back and forth between the two men from beneath hooded eyes.

“You don’t have to,” Bull replies smugly.

Why don’t you just tell her all of you will fuck her? As many times as she wants.

Her face flushes, her eyes widen, and her fucking headlights poke right through her push-up cups.

“Really?” she asks breathlessly.

“Absolutely, ma’am. We will give you more than what you ever imagined,” Gringo leans back in his chair and feeds his arm around the back of hers.

He’s probably got a boner and he wants to show her what she’ll be getting.

Fucking dick.

“Do we need to make an appointment?” one of the women from Tits McKoy’s group chimes in excitedly.

Snake answers, “It would be best, just to make sure we give you the time you deserve for what you want.”

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