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“Goddamn, you’re amazing.” Daire caressed my ass as he fucked me. “God, I fucking love you, Clover.”

What did he just say? I replayed his words in my head until I was sure that I’d heard him correctly.

Daire loved me? He’d never said that before. Maybe he was caught up in the moment and didn’t know what he was saying.

The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the night. Every thrust of them both inside me drove me closer to the edge. It didn’t take long until I came, my voice rising as every intense wave hit me.

Daire filled my ass almost simultaneously. Once he stepped back, Blaze flipped us over so I was beneath him on the hood and pounded me until he came. Pulling out, he released hot spurts all over my stomach and breasts.

He’d barely finished when Cash took his place. Hooking both of my legs over his forearms, he pushed inside me. Slow, deep strokes made my body hungry for him. For more.

“I love the way you take my cock,” Cash said, watching his shaft disappear inside me. “Such a perfect pussy. It’s like you were made for us.”

“Fuck me harder,” I moaned, my head falling back against the hood of the car.

Cash was happy to give in to my demand. Fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise, he held tight to my legs while fucking me hard and fast. The other guys spurred him on, telling him to own my pussy and make me scream.

By the time my pussy clenched around his cock with another orgasm, I’d screamed a few times. My fingernails had clawed deep gouges in his forearms. When Cash came, he pulled out and came on my pussy, decorating my clit with his release.

I lay there on the hood of the car, legs spread, chest heaving. Blaze fetched some wet wipes from the car and used them to clean me off. Then he gathered me tenderly in his arms.

“Nobody will fuck with you again, Rainbow,” he vowed. “I swear it.”

Daire stared at the ground for a moment before dragging his gaze to mine. “We’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt you again. I’m sorry we failed you. I’m sorry Brady hurt you.”

I shook my head. “He hurt me because I didn’t listen to you. I ran off with Raina when I should have played it safe.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Cash added. “He was our enemy. Our problem. We’re the reason he targeted you in the first place. That won’t happen again.”

Even though I held on to Blaze, I reached out a hand to beckon the others closer. “I know you guys didn’t want me to be targeted by Brady. I know you would do anything possible to protect me.”

Cash and Daire gathered around Blaze and me, enveloping me in a hug that locked me in between the three of them. I’d never felt as safe as I did right then. There was nowhere else I wanted to be more than with my three Angels.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

CASH

“You are not wearing that. Go change.”

Clover stood in the kitchen, her mouth open in surprise at Daire’s protest. Snapping it shut, her expression changed to one of revulsion. She glanced down at the short purple skirt and matching crop top that she wore.

“What’s wrong with my outfit? No, don’t answer that. I don’t care what you think. I can wear whatever I like, Daire. So stuff it.”

I sat at the table with my laptop open. I’d been surfing the web for news articles and stories about people who deserved some justice thrown their way. It had been two weeks since we caught Brady and got rid of him. I was getting antsy to get back out there and do what we did best.

“Stuff it?” Daire repeated. He sat on the couch in the living room, scrolling on his iPad. “Care to repeat that?”

Clover adjusted her tits so her creamy cleavage spilled out of her top even more. “Actually, let me rephrase that. Shove it. You don’t get to tell me how to dress. I’m not your doll.”

Eyeing the two of them, I asked, “What’s wrong with her outfit? She’s cute as fuck.”

“Sexy as sin,” Blaze added from where he stood in the kitchen piling plastic cups on the island.

“That’s what’s wrong with it.” Waving a hand in Clover’s direction, Daire added, “I don’t want every dick at the party getting hard over our girl.”

Clover rolled her eyes. “You’re being ridiculous. Who cares if anyone looks? Nobody can touch. You know I’m all yours. I’m not changing.”

“Too much leg. Too much cleavage. I don’t like it.” Lifting his glass of rum, Daire eyed her over the rim.

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