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“What?” Odette looked between us with a confused expression.

“She’s trying to fuck you!” I deadpanned. “That woman has been after you since day one; don’t fall for her tricks,” I warned.

Odette laughed as if we were over-exaggerating. “And you’re worried that I will?” She cocked a brow.

“Yes,” we said in unison.

She scoffed. “In case it wasn’t obvious, I’m not really into girls. Even if I was, do you really think anyone else could live up to my expectations that you’ve set?” She absentmindedly complimented.

Pride ran through my veins and erupted in my stomach in tiny tingles that some would call butterflies.

Wyatt kissed the back of her head as he reached around her and grabbed an egg roll. “We said she’d seduce you... not that we’d let her keep you,” he corrected.

Instead of enjoying our food in the dining room, we settled around the kitchen counter. Odette didn’t need a reminder to answer Dom’s question from earlier as she began trying to explain what’d happened the previous night.

“I just woke up sad?” She started, seeming unsure of her words.

“About anything in particular?” Dom pushed.

She took a bite of noodles as if to delay the answer as she stared at him. Gears turned behind her eyes, contemplating her answer—which was an answer in itself. “Maybe I got a little insecure and compared myself to other women—which is stupid, I know,” she admitted, looking annoyed at her own words.

“It’s not stupid,” I responded quickly. “I have to stop myself from glaring at my own students whenever they even look in your direction,” I confessed. “So, if you had a boyfriend or slept with someone before us, I’d detest them without knowing them—just for being with you.” My Spanish almost slipped for a moment as I tried to think of how to explain myself. “I have no problem admitting that any and all past women don’t compare to you in the slightest.” It was true, and I was happy to share that with her.

My friends all nodded in agreement.

“Do you have any questions about women we’ve been with?” Aiden asked. “We’ll tell you anything you want to know,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

She shook her head but obviously appreciated his openness. “No, it’s not that,” she assured me while picking at her food—something she did frequently when trying to avoid eye contact. “I really like how everything is now, and I don’t want to sound clingy or anything because I’m not,” she prefaced while holding her hands up. “But, I don’t want to be like them, you know? From what you’ve told me, it was just sex with all of them. I don’t want that. And that’s why it’s so stupid to cry over because none of you have ever made me think or feel that way... but I couldn’t stop thinking about it,” she finished with a roll of her eyes, clearly annoyed at her mind running a muck. Her cheeks were tinted pink at her admittance as she took another bite.

“You, my Darling, are much more than sex,” Dom chimed in. “Perhaps the reason you felt that way was you realized it wasn’t just sex to you either?” He speculated, deepening her blush.

Despite her blush, she smirked. “If you’re insinuating that I have feelings for you, how dare you. I’m only in this for your dicks and money,” she teased.

Laughs filled the room, breaking the slight tension around her. Her posture loosened as she took another bite, her eyes wandering between us with a peaceful smile.

Chapter Twenty-One

Odette

Wyatt’s lips pressed against my temple in a gentle kiss as he attempted to escape from his bed without waking me. Little did he know that his alarm woke me; I just didn’t have the energy to open my eyes yet. No matter how often I was awakened at an absurd hour, I’d never be a morning person.

Cracking my eyelids open, I followed Wyatt with my eyes as he tiredly and shirtlessly entered his bathroom.

That caught my attention. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better view.

His sandy hair was disheveled and cow-licked from sleep. His shorts hung low on his hips, revealing a dangerous amount of his V-line. I wanted to trail that line with my tongue until I ended up with his dick down my throat.

The light in the bathroom was dimmed, gentle on our sleepy eyes. He turned on the shower and brushed his teeth in front of the mirror while waiting for the water to heat up.

It was unfair that the mirror saw him with his morning sexy so often. Morning sexy was different from day and night sexy. It wasn’t really in how he looked; it was more of a coziness that accompanied morning sexy. They all had it. I wasn’t usually awake enough to admire or act on it.

Thankful that Aiden and Niko had finally fixed the water heater, I snuck out of bed to brush my teeth in my own bathroom.

After Sunday, I swore I’d never have sex or an orgasm again. It seemed silly now, but I couldn’t even go to the bathroom or clean myself without trembling from how sensitive I was. Every time I sat down yesterday, I felt a throbbing between my legs.

Two days had passed, though, and unlike my fading love bites, my libido was revived. My pussy was still a bit tender, and my inner thighs were sore from all the positions they had me in. Even with the discomfort, I wanted him.

I also craved the lightheadedness that came with sex. My life was stupidly stressful—the kind of stress I couldn’t do anything about. Only time could get me through this phase, and I couldn’t make the clock move any faster. So... my form of stress relief was them.

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