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I watch her take a swig and think about what she said. I can tell she’s being honest, and I don’t feel she’s being vindictive.
“I like you, Tink. Thank you for being honest with me. I like him a lot. I think I did even before I met him.”
Tink lifts a brow. “Really? How?”
I play with the label on my beer. “When I saw Ray’s video asking for help, I instantly wanted to help him. Then, when I saw the car and knew it was Garrett’s, I knew I had to meet him.”
“What if he’d had an ol’ lady?” Tink teases.
I snort. “He asked me the same thing. I told him I still would have helped him find Samantha, I just wouldn’t have been able to jump him like I did.”
Tink’s head falls back with a full-body laugh.
I take a drink of my beer.
Tink scans the area. “Where the fuck did Cracker go? We should go get the snacks for Jay. I’m sure Siren’s in the kitchen. She’s always in the kitchen.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
As we make our way through the club and head down a hallway, a pretty, muscled blonde smiles at us when we walk by. I notice the woman lingering, watching us.
“Okay, who’s the buff girl?” I ask Tink.
Tink turns her head toward me. “Oh, that’s Big Betty. She works down at the ports. She’s cool.” Tink shrugs. “Ray probably has her watching you.”
As we approach the kitchen, we hear banging sounds, like metal on metal.
Tink stops in front of me at the entrance of the kitchen to listen. She stops so fast I almost ran into her. I peek around Tink to see Siren pinned up against the metal island.
I inhale.
Jesus.
One of Lazy’s hands is holding her hands behind her back, while the other is wrapped in her braid, pulling her head back. She’s moaning as he pounds into her from behind her.
My nipples harden, and I’m instantly aroused seeing them.
Siren’s pants are pulled down enough for him to get his dick in her. Her tank top is pulled down in the front, exposing her breasts as they bounce, slapping against the table.
“Fuck yeah, mama,” Lazy groans.
Tink’s either in shock or likes what she sees because neither of us moves.
We shouldn’t be watching, but fuck I can’t stop.
Siren’s grunts increase with his thrusts.
“You going to stand there and watch or come play?” Siren says seductively. I turn to Tink, thinking she’s talking to her, but I snap my head when I see Cracker move out of the corner of the kitchen.
Fuck, I didn’t even see her. What the hell.
Cracker moves to stand next to her at the island, grabbing Siren’s breasts and suckling one into her mouth.
“Holy shit,” I breathe.
Cracker looks over and notices us watching, her eyes on Tink.
I move my gaze to Tink and then back at Cracker.
