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Roman let out a wolf whistle. Wes laughed, disbelief and clear male horniness turning him stupid. I was hoarse when I told her, “Goddamn, Rachel. You look good enough to eat.”

“That’s the idea,” she purred, shooting me a wink as she came over to sit on the one empty stool at our table. She climbed up effortlessly, and I knew it was hard for all of us not to groan as she crossed her legs and that short skirt rode up even further. Her thighs were dangerous.

“Get me a drink, will you?” Rachel asked.

Roman scrambled to grab her a gin and tonic upon her request, and by the time he got back with the clear glass, Wes and I still hadn’t said another word. What was there to say whenwe were drowning in our own deep need to fuck this woman until she screamed our names?

Rachel sipped her cocktail and looked us each in the eye. She landed on me last, and I got the brunt of the effect when she spoke. “You guys have some fight left in you after that game?”

Oh, damn. Was she asking what I thought she was? I went with my instincts and answered at a low growl, “Sweetheart, for you, we’ve got all the stamina in the world.”

“So we’re doing this,” Roman stated rather than asked. “You’re gonna let all three of us fuck you at once, baby? Think you can handle it?”

Rachel’s cheeks flushed, her chest heaving subtly. It wasn’t embarrassment—it was desire. She locked eyes with Roman. “Just watch me, Jett.”

“Fuck,” Wes let out, a rare swear that told me how overwhelmed he was at the prospect of this. “This is…I don’t know. It’s crazy.”

“You don’t want to do it?” I asked him. Rachel eyed him as he shook his head.

“No! I mean, yes, I want to do it. God, I want to.” Wes slid his gaze down to Rachel’s impressive cleavage and he licked his lips. It took him some effort to look back up to her face. “I’m just…kind of in disbelief. I never expected this kind of thing to happen for me, you know? Especially after—” his eyes had wandered again, drifting off as he tried to understand the wild turn our lives had all taken thanks to this gorgeous woman in front of us. But it seemed like he’d found something he didn’t expect to see, cutting him off. Something bad, and lurking over my shoulder.

Wes gaped, something like outrage coloring his tone as he spoke next.

“Sharon?”

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WES

I’d said her name, but until Sharon answered me with a haughty, “Hello, Wesley,” I almost believed I was hallucinating her presence behind Sawyer.

Now, seeing her standing there in her own attempt at a fuck-me dress that fell horribly flat when she was measured up against Rachel, I onlywishedthis was my mind playing tricks on me.

“I thought you’d gotten the message by now, Shar,” I gritted out, struggling to contain myself. The volcano of disgust and anger was threatening to erupt, obliterating this entire bar in its wake. “I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

“Oh, I got your little message, alright,” Sharon sneered. Her eyes slid over to Rachel, who stood a little bit behind Sawyer. We’d all gotten out of our seats, hyped up on adrenaline and something like horny rage. Sharon looked over Rachel’s body, and I wanted to gouge out her eyes for even daring to do that. “I guess this is the skank you were fucking in that video you sent me, huh?”

Silence fell around us, the usual bustle of the bar dying in seconds. Sharon had made sure to proclaim this as loudly and ascrudely as she could.Fuck.In a town this small, this bombshell would get around to everyone in mere hours. It could get back to the bigwigs who hired Rachel. It could get back toMichael.

Sharon wasstilltrying to ruin my life. And as she stepped forward, she wobbled a little on her heels. Jesus, was she drunk?

“If you think I’ll take you back now, Wesley, you’re even dumber than you look,” my ex half slurred. “This b-bitch probably has a million frickin’ diseases that she’s given you in your attempt to g-get overme, andI‘ave too much class to catch her-herpes,” Sharon burp-hiccuped.

“Wow,” I heard Rachel laugh, disbelieving. “Shaming people for STIs, making shit up,andinternalized misogyny? She’s a real keeper, Wes.”

“Shut up!” Sharon snapped, but she was still looking at me. She tried to step forward again, but Sawyer stopped her with a hand on her upper chest. “She’s just gonna leave you for someone with a bigger dick and m-more money, Wes,” Sharon told me, desperation rising in her voice. I winced at her new level of volume, her new painfully high pitch. She wouldn’tstop.“That’s what you’re r-ruiningusfor. Who’s gonna want you ifIdon’t? Poor, nerdy little Wes.”

The laugh that came out of her mouth was like something out of a movie villain monologue. Messier, but just as full of malice. How had I ever loved this woman?

“I’ve had enough of this,” I heard Rachel mutter, and in the next minute, she was gently guiding Sawyer back, facing Sharon herself with determination squaring her shoulders.

“I don’t know you, Sharon, but you’ve made it pretty clear I don’t want to. This little scene?” Rachel waved a hand, gesturing at all of us, and I wanted to laugh at how condescending it came off as. That wasmyice queen. Coming tomyrescue. “It’s ridiculous. You know you were stupid as fuck to let Wes go, and this is the saddest possible way of trying to get your claws backinto him. After all the awful bullshit you made Wes believe about himself and his body and his worth, I thinkyouare the one who’s worried no one else will ever love you. Because honestly, why the fuck would they? You’re pathetic.”

Sharon’s lip quivered like she was going to cry. Some of Rachel’s savage energy had infected me, making me feel a little like I might relish it if Sharon’s tears did fall. But underneath that, I really just wanted her gone. I was tired of the drama, the manipulation, the attempts to tear me down.

“Wes Robbins iswaytoo damn good for your drunk, messy ass,” Roman piped in, agreeing with Rachel. Joining the front lines of my army.

“Better than any of us,” Sawyer agreed. “And that’s why he gets to be happy now, without you and your cheap-ass highlights.”

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