Page 33 of Filthy Liar

Logan elbowed me hard, walking ahead and tugging his shirt over his head. “That’s not a dumb bikini. That’s a gift from God. You’re fucking hot, Rae.”

Her face heated, but she flicked her gaze back to mine.

I’d made her feel self-conscious, great.

“I’ve just never really seen you in one before. You look really good,” I promised, her eyes brightening.

“You think?”

“Definitely. What’s this about a new house?”

Logan slid into the pool in his boxers, and I stripped to mine to join them.

The cool water lapped at my skin, and I loved how Raven climbed off Zavier’s shoulders and swam to us, wrapping her legs around my waist to let me pull her against me.

I’d never get enough of touching her.

“Rory’s got a one bedroom available. We get the keys today,” she grinned, sliding her arms around my neck.

“Where is it?”

“Ashburn. It’s small but sounds updated.”

“Rent?”

“Fifty a week.” She leaned forward and kissed me, my dick hardening instantly as her tongue slid into my mouth. My hands gently squeezed her waist, and I had to remind myself that we couldn’t fuck in Rory’s pool.

When she leaned back, her smile almost blinded me.

Nothing was as beautiful as Raven. Nothing.

Logan splashed us, a grin on his face as Raven dove at him to splash him back, the two of them bickering as Ander and Zavier moved to stand on either side of me. Ander was black and blue across his chest and ribs, but he thankfully seemed to be keeping the bandaged cut out of the water.

“There’s no way the rent’s that cheap,” I said quietly, and Ander scoffed.

“It was supposed to be free, but Raven made a scene about it.”

“I don’t know about you guys, but if she keeps wearing skimpy shit like that bikini, I’m going to constantly come in my pants,” Zavier muttered, flicking his gaze around the yard. “Do you think there’s cameras out here?”

“There is. Don’t even think about getting her naked,” Ander said dryly, reading his thoughts easily.

“Wait until we have the privacy of our own place again,” I added, knowing how he felt. I loved Raven wearing our baggy clothes, but that damn bikini was making my brain short-circuit.

Knowing she thought she looked like a boy made me want to spend weeks on end in bed showing her just how wrong she was.

“They need to sort their shit out first,” Zavier sighed.

He wasn’t wrong. Logan and Raven were obviously healing together, but they weren’t there yet. I was pretty sure a gangbang wasn’t happening tonight.

We hung out in the pool for a little while longer before grabbing towels and heading inside, all of us taking turns to shower and get dressed before heading back downstairs together.

Raven’s face lit up when we walked into the kitchen and her eyes landed on the baby in Poppy’s arms, my chest tightening as she instantly started cooing over her.

“Where has she been?” Raven asked, tickling the baby’s chin affectionately.

“At my place,” Poppy replied, seeming to think about her next words before adding, “Mikey and I have been considering adoption for the past year. We’ve been trying to have a baby for six years, and I guess it’s just not in the cards for us. We applied to adopt her not long after she arrived, and we finally got approved this morning. Meet Abigail Donovan.”

“Oh my God, congratulations,” Raven practically whispered. “Hey, Abigail.”

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