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Reno lifted me into his arms and carried me from the bathroom. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you upstairs.”

Bronx followed behind us, reaching out to tug on my hair. It wasn’t fair these two were so into each other and didn’t have space for anyone else. They were amazing. Some woman would be seriously lucky to be called theirs.

Normally, they’d have a hot bath waiting for me, and I’d listen to music and soak while they enjoyed some time alone. Tonight, they laid me in the middle of the bed before shutting and locking the door. Both men shrugged out of their cuts and removed their shirts. Reno pulled off his boots and unzipped his pants, his gaze locked on me the entire time. My heart fluttered in my chest and my mouth went dry as both men stripped down to their skin.

“Reno, what’s… what’s going on?” I asked.

They got into bed on either side of me, sandwiching me between them. The heat of their skin made me feel safe and warm. The tears I’d held back before threatened to slip down my cheeks. I could handle a lot of things, but kindness wasn’t one of them. The gentle way they touched me, the soft kisses they sprinkled on my cheeks, shoulders, and even my neck, all made the wall around my heart start to crumble.

“Reno.” My voice broke, and I clenched my teeth.

“You’ve never had someone treat you like more than a whore, have you?” Bronx asked.

“It’s what I am,” I reminded him. “I’m here to serve the club.”

Bronx

“We’ve been watching you,” Reno said. “We know you fake it. You don’t like their hands on you. Don’t enjoy sucking their cocks. Why stay, Ginger?”

“There’s nowhere else to go,” she said softly.

I ran my fingers along the scar on her belly. “You ready to talk about this yet?”

Ginger shook her head. Stubborn girl. Didn’t she know we wanted to keep her safe? Not only from our brothers here at the club, but from anyone who would dare harm her. I didn’t know what she’d been through, but there was still a sweetness to her, and I hoped she never lost it. I also knew if she stayed here, she’d eventually break. I didn’t think I wanted to be around to see it happen.

“For now, whenever you leave your room, you find one of us,” I said. Vegas would pitch a fucking fit, but I didn’t care. I was tired of watching them hurt her. If not physically, then verbally. It needed to stop. “The club has some guests arriving over the next few days. Vegas has a few deals going. He’ll be offering up the girls to anyone who wants a little fun.”

“It’s my job,” she said.

“The men who are coming aren’t like us.” I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “They won’t care if they hurt you. I know you girls have always been told you can say no if something hurts, but this time will be different. Vegas wants these guys to have whatever they want.”

“Is that why you’re naked in the bed with me?” she asked.

She must not have realized we were naked the last time we were in bed with her, too. Although, all any of us did that night was sleep. The fact she hadn’t woken until the next morning had told me plenty. I’d tried to keep an eye on her since then, but I couldn’t keep carrying her off to my room. While she’d been wrong about KiKi being jealous of or hating her, I knew Vegas and Houston would have an issue with it. Not because they liked her or wanted her for themselves. No, it was simply because they saw her as something the club owned, so they wouldn’t like me playing favorites with her.

She’d been right. That’s exactly what I was doing.

“We both like women,” I said. Something told me she wasn’t aware of that. I’d thought we’d brought it up before, but maybe we hadn’t. Either way, she seemed really confused about why we’d gotten into bed with her. “Even though we haven’t had a relationship with anyone other than the two of us in a while, we thought tonight we’d see if we could give you a night where you didn’t have to fake your pleasure.”

“You mean, the two of you are going to… with… me?” Ginger asked.

Reno nodded. “Yeah, sweetheart. Anyone ever made you come before?”

She hesitated a moment. “A few times. Even though it hurt when Houston made me prove myself to him, he still made me come. When he had the prospect get me ready, I came then too. Since then, it’s only happened a few times.”

I wanted to kick all my brothers’ asses for being insensitive jerks. If they were going to use these women, the least they could do was make sure the girls enjoyed it. What the fuck was wrong with them? Even before Reno and I had gotten together, I’d never once fucked a club whore without making her come.

“Will you let us make you feel good?” I asked. If she said no, I wouldn’t push her. After all, I’d brought her here to undo the damage from Houston and Vegas. Last thing she needed was another man taking something from her. This time, we’d make sure she came so much she soaked the sheets with her release.

Ginger opened her mouth to respond, but a fist pounding on their door kept her quiet. I narrowed my gaze and wondered who was on the other side. Didn’t matter. I was fucking pissed they were interrupting us.

“What the hell do you want?” I yelled out. “I’m a little busy.”

I heard a snort, and then Houston entered the room. “She’s needed downstairs.”

“Why can’t the other girls handle it?” I asked.

“Our guests came early and they’ve requested a redhead. Vegas said to send Ginger down. Now.”

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