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“Oh, but I only want you to ring it again, baby,” she says, looking up at me.

Fucking hell. She’s hungry.

I’ve never met a woman like her before. Sure, we’ve had our share of curious and adventurous ladies. Some were genuine, others were paid to entertain our passion. But Robyn… Knox is right. She was designed for us. Made for us. And it’s a dangerous thought to have in these treacherous times.

We’re falling.

Hard and deep.

It will either make us or break us.

9

Robyn

Morning finds us tangled up in my bed, rested and exhausted at the same time.

Our lovemaking sessions are getting more and more intense—I’m loving every second of it. Knox, Diesel, and Jagger have a subtle way of pushing my limits, of taking me to places I’ve never been before. And the way my heart sings when I’m with them… I’ve never felt that before.

My eyes close again.

The next time I open them, I’m alone. I feel naked and cold. I can hear them in the kitchen, though. I’m not alone.

“You’re a heavy sleeper,” Knox says when I come downstairs, showered and ready to start the day. “Made you coffee.”

“Now I feel spoiled,” I laugh as I take the mug from his hand and kiss him softly on the lips. “Thank you.”

“We tried to wake you up,” Diesel replies. He and Jagger sit at the breakfast table by the window, with a view of the backyard and the sun coming over the sleep town. “I gave you a couple of nudges, but you were snoring so sweetly, I just couldn’t—”

“Snoring?” I gasp, my eyes as wide as saucers.

They laugh, but I’m blushing. Knox comes in for another kiss. “More like purring,” he says, then captures my lips, teasing and caressing my very soul. “It was cute. We just didn’t have the heart to jostle you out of it.”

“Well, I appreciate it,” I reply.

Light on my feet, I take a seat next to Jagger, leaning into him. “How are you feeling?” he asks, his warm breath tickling my ear.

“I feel pretty damn great.”

“Yeah, last night was something else,” he says, his gaze softening as he looks into my soul. “I’m already looking forward to the next one.”

“I should add that he speaks for all three of us,” Diesel replies, giving me his signature cool grin as he finishes his coffee. “That being said, we’ve got work to do, fellas. Time to roll out.”

“Samson’s outside. It’s his turn to watch over you lovely ladies,” Knox says.

One by one, they kiss me, pouring everything they have into it. I feel the affection and the care, I feel the kindness of their energy filling me all the way up until all I can do is wish them a wonderful day and watch as they head for the front door.

Once the sound of their receding footsteps fades, followed by the rumbling of their Harleys as they pull out of the driveway and ride off into the morning, I allow myself a deep sigh. I lean back into my seat and take a long sip of my coffee. My muscles ache in the sweetest fashion. Memories of last night return to draw a smile on my lips. I’m looking forward to being with my men again too.

Alas, the day has begun.

With my bag and keys in hand, I step out and lock the door.

“Hey, Sam,” I greet Samson as I cross the yard and step onto the driveway, where Samson sits casually on his custom Harley. “Oh, wow, new paint?”

“Found a guy one state over who does this sort of work,” Samson says, beaming with pride while I walk around the bike to take it all in. “He’s an artist, what can I say? Worth the ride and the cash I paid for this.”

“It’s beautiful. And so… typical Samson.” I can’t help but chuckle.

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