Page 115 of Brazen Deceits

I follow him, the urge to kick the back of his knee strong. “I didn’t have a full plan until I was already moving.”

He looks over his shoulder, not an ounce of teasing on his face. “Your version of figuring shit out is dangerous and foolhardy.”

My stomach drops. Those hopeful feelings from a moment ago that Trips was letting me in, that he was viewing me as a partner instead of a wrench tossed into his well-oiled machine, with all my bits and bobs shaped perfectly to fuck him over—yeah, those good feelings dissipate. I stare at him, waiting for him to backtrack, to apologize, but I get nothing. Furious, I turn on my heel, leaving him in the kitchen. Alone.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, jackass,” I call as I head up the stairs.

Only, he’s not entirely wrong, and it’s killing me. What I did was stupid and risky. But what other options did I have?

How many times have I put myself back in that moment and tried to find a better way out of it? There wereotherways, but none of them were better.

Trips racing in there and turning the whole thing into an all-out brawl? Not better.

RJ hacking the system of locks on the windows and doors, allowing Jansen to sneak back out? Would there have been enough time before the guards found him sitting in that bathroom? That’s not any better, either.

Walker driving the van up to the front gate, music blaring to provide a distraction? The other team was there with their bikes idling, likely armed. Would Jansen have made it? I only slipped past them because I’m a girl. They weren’t expecting anything from me. I threw them off balance.

The sound of laughter meets me in the master bedroom, all three guys turning to me as I come through the door like I’m a magnet. As weird as it is, I kind of love it.

Walker hands me Trips’ phone, and I pick out some Thai dish I’ve never tried before.

As soon as I hand back the phone, RJ lifts me up, pressing me against his chest. Without explanation, he kisses me long and hard, our tongues stroking each other, my whole body growing soft with want. As soon as my bones turn into noodles, he sets me on my feet, an unusually devilish glint in his eye.

“Hey,” I whine. Something is up. And I’m really hoping I’m going to like it.

The guys laugh at my plight. “We took bets, sugar, on how long before you let Trips chase you off,” RJ says.

Jansen pulls my back against his front, and I melt into him, glad I don’t have to use my noodle legs any longer. His nose brushes around the shell of my ear as he continues where RJ left off. “If you’d made it another five minutes without yelling at each other, we’d all be doing shots and figuring out what kind of trouble we’re getting into tonight. You’d have won.” He slips his hands under my shirt, rough fingers sneaking under my bra and tweaking my nipples as he licks and nibbles my neck, my low groan entirely out of my control.

Walker steps in front of me, and I cling to him, needing more than one body to prop myself up. He kisses me. Hard. Unrelenting, his hand slipping down the front of my pants and brushing against my clit.

As soon as I’m close—and after the amount of fucking orgasm denial the man has done to me, trust me, heknows—both he and Jansen step back, and it’s all I can handle to stay upright.

“What? Why?”

Walker presses a gentle kiss to my brow. “You let Trips scare you off. So this is the punishment.”

I look at these three men, all of them as obviously aroused as I am. Trips might need help dealing with the stress, but these guys need something too. Me. “Well then, it looks like we all lost, didn’t we?”

The looks they exchange tell me they didn’t think beyond the tease. They somehow forgot that we’re all logs in the same fucking fire. I pout. “In that case, I think I’m going to go take a shower.”

Jansen nabs my hand. “Nope. You are not sneaking away to rub one out. You need incentive to push Trips harder.”

“Well, I guess you’ll all be harder then, too,” I say, pointing at Jansen’s barely contained erection.

RJ laughs. “You might be onto something, sugar.”

I turn to Walker, pouting. “Please? Why does Trips being an ass have to ruin our night?”

He shakes his head, adjusting his own erection before turning away from me, the grin on his face telling me exactly who started this bet. “I’m going to go get the asshole’s order.”

“Walker!” I shout at his retreating back.

Jansen’s fingers skate up the inside of my arm, and I turn to him, pleading. “Jansen. Please.”

“We need our beauty sleep so we’re ready for tomorrow,” he says, his fingers tracing circles inside my wrist.

“Don’t you sleep better after a good fuck?” I ask.

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