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“All right.” I wasn’t sure I believed him, but I’d take his word for now.

Reno got out of bed and held his hand out to me. I took it and followed him into the bathroom. While he started the shower, I put some toothpaste on my finger and rubbed it over my teeth, needing to get rid of my morning breath. He quickly did the same, and then tugged me into the shower with him.

He tipped my head back, soaking my hair. I stood still as he washed me. The light touch of his hands was enough to make my nipples harden, and my cheeks burned at his knowing smirk. For whatever reason, he did nothing more than take care of me. Once the suds went down the drain, and he’d cleaned every inch of me, I did the same for him.

The moment I wrapped my fingers around his cock, it twitched in my grasp. I held his gaze as I stroked him. His eyes darkened, and he bit his lip, staring at me as I pleasured him. It was my first time being intimate with him or Bronx. The shower wouldn’t have been my first choice, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Reno said.

I shook my head, but he gripped my hair, stopping the motion. Without another word, he lowered his lips to mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I kept stroking his cock as he kissed me breathless. Reno grunted as he came, the hot jets of his cum splattering my body.

He pulled back, his chest heaving. “Naughty little girl. Now I have to wash you again.”

“Did I please you?” I asked.

He backed me to the shower wall and kissed me again. “You couldn’t tell?”

“Will Bronx be mad?”

“Never.” He smiled softly. “But he’ll be jealous as hell that you put your hands on me first.”

He soaped me again, but this time he played too. Slipping his hand between my legs, he rubbed my clit in small, tight circles. I reached up, clinging to his shoulders. My thighs shook, and I knew it wouldn’t take much for him to make me come. Reno slid a finger inside me, pumping it in and out.

“That’s it. Come for me, angel.”

“Reno, I… I…” Closing my eyes, I tipped my head back, and a keening sound escaped me as I did exactly as he demanded. Pleasure washed over me and my knees buckled. Reno caught me before I could fall, and held me tight.

“Come on, gorgeous. Let’s dry off and go find something to eat before I’m tempted to take you back to bed. Except this time, we won’t be sleeping.”

I smiled and buried my face against him. Never had I felt as cherished as I did right now. Or as safe. If Reno said he and Bronx were going to keep me, then I’d believe him. It still baffled me that Houston and Vegas had both agreed.

“After breakfast, you can put on some clothes and we’ll take you shopping. How’s that sound?”

I looked up at him. “Does that mean you’ve realized I only have one outfit?”

He nodded. “We’ve known for a while. Just didn’t have a good reason to take you out and buy you stuff. Not one the club would accept without giving us shit, or Vegas outright refusing.”

“Is it safe?” I asked, thinking of the men who were after me.

Reno paused. “Good point. We’ll order some stuff online and I’ll have a prospect pick it up. No sense leaving the clubhouse just yet. Let’s make sure those fuckers are going to leave you alone.”

I kissed him again, then he pulled one of Bronx’s shirts over my head. He dressed himself quickly and took my hand, leading me downstairs. Instead of heading to the main room, we went to the kitchen. Bronx leaned against the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand. He smiled when he saw us.

“Took the two of you long enough to wake up. I’ll warm up your plates.”

Reno pulled out a chair at the table and sat, tugging me down onto his lap. Was this what my mornings would be like from now on? No more getting up at the crack of dawn and offering myself up to the club. No more sharing a room with the other girls. Wait. Would I still stay in that room? Reno and Bronx had two separate bedrooms. How would this work?

Great. Now I had more questions than ever before.

Chapter Seven

Bronx

Even though Ginger seemed at ease sitting with Reno, her gaze kept darting around the room. I knew Reno would have told her she belonged to us now, but I had to wonder if she worried someone was going to snatch her from our grasp. Or was she scared because of the men who’d come here last night?

“Want some eggs?” I asked.

“Why don’t you fix a big plate of them? I’ll share with her,” Reno said.

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