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The other two stare at him for a moment, before Lex punches his brother on the shoulder and Zane folds over in breaths of laughter.

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VANI

Things have changed between me and the Vipers.

I’m no longer doing an abrupt turn when I see them in the hallways, and instead of glaring at me in class, or ignoring me, they’re shooting me secret smiles and passing me notes that contains suggestive messages.

We’re definitely not announcing to anyone that there’s something going on between us, but I notice how one of them is always trying to touch me when I’m nearby. Sometimes it’s just something as slight as a brush of a hand as we pass by in one of the hallways or lecture theatres, but other times, when we’re more secluded, they push me up against the lockers and kiss me until I forget how to breathe.

I’m still telling myself the only reason I’m hanging around with them is to get information on my sister, but I know I’m lying to myself. I’m plagued with guilt, but Reagan’s existence seems to have taken a back seat in my priorities. Now, all I can think about is how it feels to be worshipped by three men at once, and, while I’ve only slept with Lex, I’m already thinking about how it will feel to be with Zane, too.

My erotic fixation doesn’t leave Saint out of things. Even though he’s the one I’m less sure of, I can’t help butpicture myself sandwiched between the two identical men. Two identical cocks rubbing up against me—one in my hand, the other in my pussy, or, in other fantasies, one in my mouth and the other taking me from behind. I’ve even entertained the possibility of taking both of them inside me at once. I’ve never done anal, but it suddenly feels like it might be in the cards. Or what if I could fit them both inside my pussy? If I manage to take Zane, then surely I’ll be able to take both of the twins. How will they feel about it, with them being brothers? Is it something they’ve tried before? Or would it weird them out?

“Earth to Ivani,” a male voice says from the front of the English class I’m currently in.

I sit bolt upright and face my instructor, who’s standing at the front of the class with his eyebrows raised. He’s clearly asked me a question, and I have absolutely no idea what he’s said. In fact, I have no idea what I’m even supposed to be learning. I’m way too distracted. For someone who is supposed to be good in school, I’m going to end up failing if I keep this up.

I can’t even take a guess at what I’m supposed to say. “Sorry, sir. I didn’t sleep well last night. Kind of zoned out there.”

His features pucker in disapproval. “Too much time partying and not enough time in bed.”

“Sorry, sir.”

I don’t fill him in on the fact that it’s been the time I’ve spent in bed that’s been the problem. I sense everyone in class staring at me, all twisted around in their seats, and my cheeks burn. I slide down slightly, my shoulders hunched, trying to make myself smaller.

I’ll go for a walk after class, get out into nature, and try to clear my head. I am way too distracted. I don’t want to start failing my classes and for it to be reported back to my dad. He knows how smart I am, and he’ll realize right away that something else is going on.

I force myself to focus for the rest of the class, and, as soon as the bell rings, I take myself into the fresh air. I inhale deep lungsful of it and set out, away from the college and toward the woods. I haven’t admitted it to myself yet, but I’m aiming for the same spot where I first met Saint. It was pretty there, and secluded. It’ll give me some time to myself.

I should probably get out on my bike, but I haven’t ridden since I arrived. I’m not entirely sure why. I thought I’d be straight out on it, to ride the mountain roads and get away from Verona Falls. Maybe a part of me feels like my bike belongs to my old life. Besides, I don’t want to draw any more attention to myself, and I’m sure straddling my Harley and roaring out of here will get everyone talking.

I step into the clearing and draw to a halt.

I’m not alone.

One of the twins is already here. He is sitting on a small, foldout stool, with his back to me, and in front of him is an easel. I wonder why he hasn’t heard me approaching—it’s not as though I made any effort to be quiet—but then I see he has white buds in his ears. He must be listening to music.

Perhaps I shouldn’t be sneaking up on him, but I can’t help myself—I’m curious. He has a paintbrush in one hand and pots of paint at his feet. I quickly scan his clothing, trying to assess which twin I’m looking at. As he lifts his hand to paint a few strokes, I spot the rose gold Polaris watch on his wrist. Flashy. Yes, this is Saint.

I draw a breath and hesitate. Should I turn around and go back the way I came? Saint is still the one I’m most unsure of. What will he make of me being alone with him out here?

But despite my internal reservations, my feet have a different idea. I find myself edging closer, my neck strained, trying to see what he’s painting. I assume it will be the beautiful view—the trees and grass and flowers, which stretch ahead of him, swayinggently in the breeze—but his body is blocking the easel. I always knew Saint was the more flamboyant of the twins, but I’d never taken him for the artistic type. Other than clothes, I realize I’ve never given much thought as to what he likes or how he spends his time.

Have I been as bad as the men? Only interested in them for one thing?

I actually have!

The revelation hits me like a punch in the gut. Oh, my God. Over the past couple of weeks, I have turned into a complete slut for these men.

I resolve to pay more attention to more than just their dicks. Although, if we’re all enjoying ourselves, I shouldn’t feel too bad. I smile at myself, because we are definitely all enjoying whatever this thing is we’ve got going on.

Moving closer still, I peer over Saint’s shoulder. Maybe this could be one of the ways I can start? By showing interest in his art?

But then I see what’s on his canvas. I suck in a shocked breath and stumble back again. The hair, the curves, the brown eyes.

Holy crap.

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