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“You mean me giving you multiple orgasms without my dick touchin’ you? You’re welcome by the way.”

She takes a long breath, like she’s trying to reign in her temper. “I just had to lie to my friends, both of whom saw straight through it, and now they know what we were doing and you’re hiding back here.”

“Nope, not hidin’,’ I say. “But I did have to jerk off. Making you come like that had me all worked up, baby doll.”

Her lips part as she glances down to my crotch and back up again. “You just…”

I lean down and brush her lips with mine. “Had to. It couldn’t wait till later. I knew you wouldn’t ditch your friends just so I could get off, so I took care of it myself. You owe me, by the way.”

She puts her hands on her hips. It’s delightful. “Are we keeping score now?”

I smile. “If we are, then you seriously owe me.”

“You just fingered my ass and my friends were trying to come through the door!”

“Oh, don’t sound so appalled. You could’ve pulled away any time and told me to stop. The fact is, you liked that they caught us.”

“Shut your pie hole before I smack you.”

I pull her to me and she tries to push me off. “Don’t be mean, we both know you don’t really mean it and words can hurt. You’ve no idea how fuckin’ hot you looked with my fingers in your ass.”

She puts her finger to my lips. “Please stop talking.”

“Gladly.” I let her go and she doesn't step away from me. I feel like she wants to kiss me, but she won’t let herself make the first move.

She pulls down on her shirt. “I need to get back. We’re heading out soon.”

“Good. Riot will be here momentarily.”

“What?”

“Riot. He’s comin’ too.”

She practically breathes fire out of her nostrils. It’s so cute. “You’ve got to be kidding me?”

“You don’t exactly have an army going into battle,” I go on. “And a simple thank you would be sufficient. We all want to help get Tilly back.”

Hearing her sister's name, she sobers. Her face softens as she collects herself. My girl is so full of rage, and I understand. I’m sure none of this can be easy. Looking down, she wrings her hands. “I’m sorry. That was rude.”

“Tell me about her.”

She meets my gaze. “About Tilly?”

I nod.

A small smile forms on her lips. “She’s the exact opposite of me, actually. Tiny. Blonde. Blue eyes. She’s quiet, you know, like just goes about her life without causing a fuss. And she has a wicked sense of humor.”

I push the hair off her shoulder instinctively. “You’re a good sister.”

“I tried to be, but clearly not good enough.”

“It’s not your fault she got taken, Estelle. You know that, right?”

She bites her lip. “A part of me knows that, but ever since our mom died, I’ve been the primary guardian. We’re close. And if I’d have known she’d gone to that nightclub, I would’ve talked her out of it.”

“You weren’t supposed to know, she was just out having fun with her friends.”

Her eyes cloud over. “And look where it got her, Nevada. Look where it fucking got her!”

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