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“They all live here?” she finally asks.

“Most of them. Some don’t. The girls tend to stick around, though.” She nods her head when Nails comes stalking toward us. She throws herself at me, and I catch her with my good arm, wrapping it around her waist.

“How’s the arm feeling?”

“It hurts like a bitch,” I tell her. I see Addison biting the inside of her cheek, so she doesn’t say anything, but what would she say? I almost want to find out.

“I’m sorry. I can make you feel better, though, Free.” Now, Addison laughs. She straight up laughs as she looks at Nails.

“Are you serious?” she asks her. Nails pulls out of my arms and stands in front of Addison, eyeing her up and down like fresh meat.

“You better watch how and who you’re talking to. You don’t know me.”

“I know enough,” Addison tells her.

“Enlighten me. What do you know?” Nails asks her.

“I know you keep throwing yourself at a man who doesn’t even want you.” That’s a bold statement coming from her. Not wrong, but bold nevertheless. I’m interested to see how Nails reacts to that.

“Are you kidding me? Who would he want? You?” Without another word, Addison shocks the hell out of me. She spins around, crashing into me before her lips are on mine. She kisses me hard and rough, and I love every fucking second of it. I force my tongue into her mouth and take what I want from her. She moans into my mouth, and my cock hardens in my jeans. This girl is driving me insane, and she doesn’t even know it. Or maybe she does, and that’s why she’s doing it. Either way, I don’t want her to stop.

When she finally pulls away from me, she’s breathing heavily. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she turns to look back at Nails, a smug look on her face.

“You think I can’t do that to him?” Nails asks. I don’t want her lips on me. Never have. It’s nothing personal; she just isn’t my type. Not that I usually care, but after tasting what Addison has to offer, it’s even worse. I groan as I reach down and adjust my cock in my jeans so it’s not pressing against the zipper the way it was.

“Let’s not get into a pissin’ match, ladies. Nails, go back over there with the girls.” I don’t want to see a catfight around here, not over me anyway. Nails huffs, but once I raise an eyebrow, she turns and walks away. She heads back over to the rest of the girls, who now watch us curiously.

“What was that?” I ask Addison as she stands there with her head held high in front of me.

“What?”

“You know what. What the hell was that about?”

“Nothing. Just making a point. Is that not allowed?” she asks condescendingly. I reach up and run my hand through my hair, trying to debate how to answer that question.

“Never had anyone do that before,” I tell her. She smirks at me, actually smirks at me and shrugs her shoulders.

“First time for everything,” she says. She’s right. There is, and this sure as hell is one of them.

“She’s gonna hate you now,” I tell her.

“I don’t care. I didn’t like her much anyway. Bunny is nice, though,” she tells me. She’s right. Bunny is the nice one. Nails? Not so much.

“She is nice. You should stick with her. I don’t know how much the other girls will take with your attitude,” I tell her.

“My attitude? I don’t have an attitude.”

“No, I’m just sayin’. The way you are, they aren’t gonna take kindly to it.”

“They don’t like seeing other girls take what they want?” It’s like the words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them. I see the look on her face. She shocked herself that she said it out loud and now she’s regretting it.

“You what?”

“Nothing.”

“I’m off limits durin’ the drugs, Addison. It’s a personal thing,” I tell her.

“I didn’t ask about the drugs, did I?” Holy shit. She’s bold, that’s for sure. She’s standing here admitting she wants me. That she wants something from me, but I don’t get involved with the girls I buy and use. They’re here for a reason, and my satisfaction isn’t one of them. The other guys may get off on that, but not me.

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