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I fucking hoped so.

I leaned down and kissed her lightly. She was quick to devour my kiss and drag me back down beside her on the bed.

And I was the sucker who let her.

BELLS

“Share, dick,” Stitches shouted as Sin took a deep hit off his joint on the living room couch. I’d had sex with Sin again and we’d fallen asleep only to be woken by Stitches pounding on Sin’s bedroom door and telling him they needed him for some video game.

I’d have been lying if I said I wasn’t excited at the prospect of spending the evening with the watchers. Every girl wanted at least one of them.

I cast a quick look to see Church take a deep drink from a bottle of whiskey he had before he handed it off to Ashes who shook his head as he flipped his lighter open and closed on repeat. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how anyone could put up with Ashes’s incessant OCD or whatever the hell he had. He was certainly nice to look at, but he drove me a little nuts whenever he pulled out his lighter. And a little scared. I knew he was a pyro and struggled with it. I just worried his pyrotechnics also included people.

I mean, we were all here for a reason, and not any of them were good.

Sin handed off his joint to Stitches who smoked deeply before blowing out a cloud of smoke and letting out a shout.

Stitches was rough. Wild. Violent.

He reminded me a lot of Sin, except Stitches was part Hispanic and had tats pretty much all over his body. Even some on his pretty face.

“So, Bells,” Stitches said as Sin tugged me against his body. “I heard you and Sin fucking.”

“Man, stop,” Sin grumbled as Stitches’s dark eyes danced with merriment.

“You did?” I raised a brow at him, wondering if he was the only one who heard.

“Of course I fucking did. Pretty sure all of Chapel Crest heard you two. Is he really that good, or are you one hell of an actress?” Stitches shot a wink at Sin who flipped him off.

“Well, it wasn’t all Sin. I have to give myself some of the credit,” I said, licking my lips. I had a desire to know what Stitches’s reaction would be.

Stitches snorted, unaffected by my attempt.

“Doubt it. Most chicks just lay there and expect to get off. Did you know a lot of chicks can’t even get off with cock? Someone has to suck their clit to get them off.”

“Stitches, man, stop,” Sin said, an edge to his voice.

“Is that how it is for you?” I sat forward. “Your cock isn’t good enough to get a girl off?”

Stitches narrowed his eyes at me. “Guess you’ll never know, huh?”

I rolled my eyes at him. He was as unaffected by me as I was by him.

I chanced a look to Church to see him and Ashes watching the exchange. There was a wicked sparkle in Church’s eyes that did something to my body.

Sin dragged me back against his body, the move protective and irritating.

My moods shifted so fast, I had a hard time controlling them at times. Opting to take a deep breath to control my reactions instead, I snuggled against him, not wanting to fight tonight.

Well, not much.

Within hours, I was high with Sin while the guys played video games together. At some point, Church stopped playing to take a break and went outside. I cast a look at Sin to see him completely absorbed in the game he was playing.

Figuring it was my chance, I got to my feet and quietly left the room to follow Church to the patio.

I found him leaning against it, smoking a joint, his attention on the lake.

“Nice night,” I commented as I approached.

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