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A scratch at the door distracts me for a moment, RJ and Clara still caught up in each other.

Then the door swings open.

Walker looks over the three of us, and a shadow falls across his face, but it’s quickly overtaken by a smile that spells disaster.

Not for me, of course. And that’s going to make this even better.

Oh yeah.

Chapter 36

Walker

Fuck dinner. It’s not like grilled cheese sandwiches are gourmet in the slightest.

And this? I’m getting in on this.

Jansen sees me first and grins, followed by RJ’s slow blinks, the yelp I heard suddenly making perfect sense.

All three of them up here, having fun without me?

While I’m making dinner for everyone?

Someone’s getting punished.

My clothes hit the floor as I kick the door closed, pointing Jansen to the bed, and RJ to the floor with Clara.

It’s only when the other guys get up to move that she turns around, her eyes getting big, her makeup smudged, the start of a tear trail down one side of her face. It’s all evidence of how hard she’s been working. How badly she wants to play. Here, like this, it’s like all the bad shit disappears for her. Whyam I trying to keep her from this when it’s the only thing she’s found that helps?

Who am I to judge what’s healthy for her? If I love her, I have to trust her, too.

Settling onto the chair, Jansen flops onto the mattress with a hiss, while RJ scoots over, and I wonder if he’ll be as interested in the games we play as Jansen is.

“Want to make our girl come?” I ask him, motioning to the floor again.

His hand strokes up her arm, pulling back the mass of her hair so he can kiss her neck. It’s tough when she melts into him as he kneels behind her, but it’s also obvious that she needs him. I’ve been watching, and it’s like she can’t settle unless RJ’s in sight right now. I’d like to think she’s similarly weird if I’m not around, but I haven’t had the courage to ask the other guys if that’s the case.

He whispers in her ear, and she kisses him over her shoulder. Once they’re done, I snatch her chin. “Princess, I need you to tell me what you’ve been up to.”

She swallows, still uncomfortable talking about what she wants, and when she speaks, her voice is low and gravelly with arousal. I want those lips around my cock more than I want her answer, but I wait.

I’m good at waiting. The anticipation is always worth it.

“Um, I was giving RJ and Jansen blow jobs?”

“Is that a question? Or a statement?”

She gives me a dirty look. “Statement,” she says.

“And you made RJ come?”

“Yes.”

“Butnot Jansen?”

“No.”

“What about you?”

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