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“You didn’t miss anything good, unless you count me fucking a few taken boys good.” Her eyes sparkled as if recalling the wonderful memories before she turned serious, “Now that Dane is gone, which one of you is going to let me in on this big secret you all are holding? I think I’ve figured out a lot, but I want to hear it all.”

“Not yet,” Ollie insisted. “You haven’t agreed or met my terms to be let in on it. Once you’re in, there’s no getting out.” His voice held an edge to it, and since I stared at Vivian’s chest, I saw the way she inhaled a deep breath.

“I had a friendly reminder today of how much I’ve lost myself, listening to the judgmental old bitties in this town. I want to live, really live. So, I’m in. Now spill.”

I gulped, “There’s more to it than that, Vixen.”

“Yes, something Ollie wants,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m aware. I put most of it together by all the bits and pieces I’ve heard and seen. I’m going to be stuck with three hot men until it’s over. Whether that’s weeks or years.” She shrugged, though I could see her internal struggle. “Quite frankly, I have something you all want and you can give me what I need. I need to leave this place before I wither away into nothing.”

I tried to intervene, knowing she didn’t know it all. How could she? There was no way any woman would agree, especially after the way she left the night before. “After the way Ollie treated you? I heard you last night. I don’t think you realize what you’re agreeing to.”

She shook her head and tutted, “You don’t know me, Finn. You don’t know who I used to be or how desperately I want to be that person again. The me, the real me. I’m a hell of a lot more like Dane than you realize.”

Her admission blew me away, yet it shouldn’t have been a surprise. The way she was with me at the bar, this tantalizingly sexy woman was anything but innocent. “You’re right, I don’t. I want to know you, though. I just want to make sure you are aware of everything, including Ollie’s terms of you learning our plans and joining us.”

I glared at Ollie, not liking the way he’d demanded an initiation that was meant for gangs. We were better than that.

“Yes, about that,” Ollie smiled, the one he used when charming the people around him or talking his way out of trouble. “I’m not sure how to put it into words.”

“Of course you shut down when you’re faced with saying it,” I grumbled. “You had no problem blurting it out to Dane.”

Vivian threw her head back and laughed, her towel sliding down with the shaking of her body. Fuck, words were the last thing on my mind as I tried to will that damn towel to fall lower. I wanted to see every part of this woman, learn what made her tick. The sexy woman who made me laugh, yet was so cunning it called to the part of me that kept me with my friends no matter what shit we got into. I may have been the more levelheaded of the three of us, but deep down, I loved the thrills of it all, including our current plan.

Chapter 13

Vivian

I thought I knew what Ollie wanted, at least from the conversations I’d overheard. He wanted to fuck me, test me out, make me beholden to him in some way. As if I’d fall in love with the jackass if we had sex. He was so full of himself it was something I could definitely see him thinking.

I wasn’t that kind of woman, though. I didn’t love. I used. Took what I wanted, and right now, I wanted a new life. If that meant I could spread my legs and enjoy a few orgasms, so be it.

Dane told me to let go of that voice and do what I wanted. Well, I wanted to take pleasure from each one of these guys. I tried not to think about how he thawed my heart a little today. Being free, letting go, and seeing his sweet side was more than enough to start something more.

He was possessive of me, having fought his friends just last night, yet he was thrilled at me calling out Ollie’s name. Dane Barrow, the walking contradiction in every way, and damn, I liked that about him.

Pushing Ollie was my new favorite pastime, despite only knowing him for a few days. I loved to get under his skin and I was going to continue to do so. I would make him say the words he didn’t want to.

I moved to my hands and knees, letting the towel drop, and giving Finn a full view of my ass. Ollie’s breath stopped, and I did a little victory dance inside my head while I gave him a heated look. Dipping my voice low, I purred, “What is it you want from me, Oliver? Use your words, sweety.”

“You,” he squeaked out before clearing his throat and trying again. “I want to taste every inch of you until you beg me to fuck you. And then stick my dick in that sweet pussy and make you scream my name.”

Asshole, I thought. He turned the tables on me and I was salivating at the vision of his tongue sliding over my body. It took me a moment to regain my composure enough to play this game, and I slid my nail down his chest, “Mmm, that sounds delicious.” Cocking my head to the side, I smirked, “I know there’s more, Ollie. I don’t like when people keep things from me.” My voice came out singsong and, leaving him unfulfilled, I turned away from him, sitting down closer to Finn.

The look on Finn’s face made me laugh and I couldn’t help but reach up to touch his gruff, covered chin. “What about you, Finn? Will you tell me what the terms are?” Leaning in close, I nipped at his ear, “We never finished what we started at the bar.”

He gulped, his eyes never leaving mine, “It wasn’t my demand. I won’t be the one to tell you. But yes, I do want you, little vixen. I wanted you that night and I want you now.”

Brushing my lips across his cheek, his scruffy hair tingled against the sensitive spot on the corner of my lips. My desire spiked, along with my need to show Ollie just what he was missing out on, had he not pissed me off. Running my tongue against Finn’s lips, he moaned and opened for me, kissing me so deeply I felt it down to my toes. As his fingers laced around my neck, I melted into him and pressed my breasts against his chest. Despite the cold of the air-conditioned room, his body radiated heat.

Taking his free hand, I pressed it to my breast, loving the way his soft hand felt against my skin. I whimpered as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, every part of me in need of more.

Ollie’s presence never escaped me and only spurred my growing lust as I heard him move in his seat. I felt his eyes burning into me and I broke off the kiss. Finn exhaled hard, shuddering, as he asked, “Do you want to take this to my room?”

I glanced at Ollie, who was leaning forward, his eyes hooded and his fists clenched. “No, I think your friend can watch until he decides to spill. From what Dane says, this won’t be a problem for any of you.”

Pushing me to sit down, he got up and forcefully spread my legs open wide. Diving in, I moaned loudly as Finn’s tongue slid up my slit and sucked in my clit. I watched as he licked me, watching my face as my fingers slid into his dark hair, tugging slightly. “Finn,” I moaned his name as he slid a finger in, my walls clamping around him and my hips raised to meet him. The man was good with his tongue and soon I was ready to explode.

As if he sensed it, he rose to his knees and pulled me down to meet his cock, fisting it in his hands, “You want this dick, vixen?”

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