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In the end, Trent agrees to accompany us on the condition (from West, of course) that he rents out his own room for the night and returns there as soon as the guys come back from The Den.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Roe

Saturday arrives before we know it, and we head to the city. Law and Brett ride together in Law's car while East 'third-wheels' with West and I.

"You want me to drive?" I joke as I climb into the passenger seat, and East hops in the back.

West just sends me a withering glare.

"Ah, well," I sigh wistfully. "It was worth a shot."

"When do you think Dad will let me learn to drive?" East asks tentatively from behind us. She has chosen the middle seat so as not to feel left out, I supposed.

West's shoulders slump. "I don't know, East. I'm sorry. You know I'd be teaching you myself if I thought he wouldn't catch wind of it. He’s got eyes everywhere, the fucker."

"Yeah, I know," East, resigned to her fate, sighs and slumps back into her seat.

"I still can't believe the middle-aged rules the men from Double Bay enforce," I say, watching the town flash by.

It’s a forty-five-minute drive to reach the city. From there, we will meet the guys at a café down the road from the hotel, where we would have a late lunch and wait for Trent. Afterward, Trent would escort East and I to the nail salon while the guys checked into the hotel and got prepared. West had booked a room for him and the guys to get ready in as well as the penthouse. We would strictly have no face-to-face interactions before the event to avoid suspicion or attention of any kind, which I thought was a little overkill, but agreed to it nonetheless.

Kings and Queens by Ava Maxx came on over the radio and I turned it up, singing at the top of my lungs as the lyrics melted through my very bones.

"I would kill to have your voice," East sighed as the song ended, and I turned the volume down again.

West grunts. "Her singing I can deal with. When she doesn't shut her trap any other damn time? That is a different story."

I fall back into my seat, hand on my chest. "Was that ajoke, Baby Duke?" I turn to East. "You heard that too, right?"

"See, that’s what I am talking about. Maybe it's not your voice I don't like, but the shit that comes off your tongue."

"Don't say it!" East exclaims, but the words are already spilling past my grinning lips.

"I thought you liked my tongue, Baby Duke?"

West rolls his eyes as East covers her ears.

"Ew! Ew! Nope!" she says.

I burst into laughter at her theatrics. A moment later, I spy West adjusting his junk out of the corner of my eye. I press my lips together, imagining what the trip would have been like if East had played taxi with the guys instead.

I spend the rest of the trip squirming in my seat as I picture myself unbuckling my seat belt, leaning across the center console, and taking West's thick cock into my mouth as he continues to drive.

Law and Brett are already seated as we enter the café.

"Finally! You drive like a grandma, dude," Law says. "I'm fucking starving."

West pulls out a chair but I snatch his arm and pull him towards the bathrooms.

"Order for us, will you?" I call back to their dumbfounded faces.

"If you're going in there to…you know… I'm ordering you a salad!" East calls back.

"Don't you dare!" I yell as we pass the glaring middle-aged waitress. I send her a wink before pulling West into the ladies.

As soon as the door closes, I pounce like a fucking tiger. Our lips meet in a furious and desperate kiss that has my toes curling and pussy clenching.

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