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My words were his undoing as his dick jerked inside of me and the noises of bliss came from inside his chest. I milked every last drop from him until he held my hips tight, not letting me move anymore. I collapsed on his chest, my breath heaving and legs burning. It surprised me when I felt his lips against the top of my head in a gentle kiss. Whatever anger I held for him vanished the instant he stroked my back with feather light touches and said, “Thank you, Vivian.”

Tired, but knowing I had one more cock to take care of, I carefully scooted off his lap and turned to Dane, “Your turn.”

He chuckled, “As much as I love that sweet cunt of yours, I think you’ve had enough for today. I already got you. Go take a shower and Ollie will whip us up a nice dinner. We’ll talk after we get you fed.” He didn’t have to tell me twice, and I started to make my way out. Something pulled at me, a strange hunch of what I needed to do. I turned back and gave each a kiss, one by one. Though I didn’t say it out loud, in my head I thanked them for giving me back the person I’d let others guilt me into hiding. Vivian Parker was back, and it was all thanks to these sexy men who blew into my life.

Chapter 14

Vivian

“Yeah, you guys are hilarious,” I waved my fork in the air at the three men whose faces were all serious. Too serious. “That’s the- Well, I don’t even know what to say.”

“It’s not a joke, vixen,” Finn assured me, the only one I actually believed in this rowdy bunch. It was his shirt I wore once I’d showered again after getting very dirty with them.

Shoving the tender meat in my mouth, the flavor burst on my tongue and I moaned a little, “Ollie, you may be an asshole, but you can do two things well. Cook and eat pussy.” I waited for their laughter to die down before becoming serious, “I get why you’re targeting this town, with the lack of security and all that. If we’re going to rob a bank, it might as well be an easy one. I just don’t see how you’ll pull off gaining a lot of money from it. It’s not like this town is rolling in it.”

Ollie’s eyes drew me in, the light brown color reminding me of milk chocolate, and the bit of boyish behavior I’d seen once before was back. “I’ve found information which shows it’s worth our time. They have a lot of cash for at least a day when the armored truck delivers it. We’re doing surveillance to figure out which day that is and to figure out when the sheriff is in town. Besides, this isn’t the only one we have in our sights.”

“Friday,” I told him quickly, knowing this town’s habits more than I cared to admit. “And the sheriff is here on Mondays and Wednesdays unless he’s called in. That sometimes happens when the ranch hands get into a fight, which is unpredictable. I’m sure you know he’s in charge of the whole county, so it seems he goes to each town on certain days and the rest of the time is wherever he is needed. There’s a second one, a deputy, but he stays on the other side of the county. The things that happen here don’t usually need more than one.”

“I told you she’s perfect,” Dane patted Ollie on the back and beamed at me. “I bet she has all the information you can’t find on a computer.”

“But she can’t disarm the alarms and hack into the cameras,” Ollie retorted, seemingly offended by not knowing something so important.

“Oh, sweetie,” I cooed. “People aren’t machines. I mean, they are predictable in places like this, but still not numbers and whatever else your computer skills are good for.”

Finn stayed quiet through most of our conversation, aside from being the voice of reason. He seemed like he wasn’t a match for the other two. Hell, probably too much of a do-gooder for me. I just didn’t get why he was in this. I faced him and asked, “What’s your role in this whole thing?”

“I can wield a gun and love to hear people beg for their lives,” he shrugged. “I may be the calm one here, but I can be the storm that rips through and destroys everything in my path.”

My thighs clenched together, his tone so different from his normal softness. The edge to it made me need to see the chaos that he reigned in. I wanted to see him explode, see that persona he hid so well. There was no doubt I was a fucked up woman with my desires, and strangely, I felt like these men would be my undoing in the best of ways.

Back in the day, I spread mayhem wherever I went. I didn’t care about anyone’s feelings and lived to cause pain in others. I had no problem stealing boyfriends or anything I wanted, including cars. So many times I sat in the back of the sheriff’s car being brought home to my mom in handcuffs. The girls hated me, for good reason, and the boys loved what I was willing to give them, things their prude girlfriends wouldn’t.

I’d tried to stay on the straight and narrow after my mom left. Her parting words hurt, and I knew I was stuck. My trips to the city were the way I held onto the part of me that needed excitement like air. Honestly, I tried not to, and those were the times I couldn’t breathe. An addiction to thrills and these men could give me all of that and more. Though I never thought I’d pull off something so damn big, I couldn’t help the stirring inside of me at the idea of it.

“Okay, well, I’m still in, not that you all would let me go now that I know your big secret,” I let out a nervous titter. Despite my earlier thought of Finn being the sweet one, I had no doubt he, or the other two, would kill me without another thought.

“Baby girl, I would not let them kill you,′ Dane rendered me speechless, and though I was completely satiated, his next words caused a flutter in my clit and my stomach. “I’d just tie you up and take you with. I’m not letting you go.”

My mouth finally started working again, and I teased, “Careful, you might make me want to fight going along with this fun.”

He wiped his mouth, and shot me that devilish grin, “Promise?” All I could do was nod, thinking of being tied up and letting them all have their way with me. Oh, yes. These men were going to be my downfall when it was all over, and they ultimately left me. I knew they weren’t long term, but I’d enjoy every second of the time I had with them.

Ollie stood, bringing our eyes to him, “Viv, since you have so much information, I think I need you to go over the plans I have so far.”

“Okay,” I replied as I stood and took his outstretched arm. It seemed he was back to his charming demeanor again as he escorted me to the screened porch at the back of the house. There were many differences from when I’d been there in my youth. Large folding tables sat where the old wicker seating used to be, papers and computers spread out on them. Instead of the normal open view to the farmland beyond, curtains hung around the screens. Looking closer, I noticed they weren’t hung, but tacked up as if temporary.

As if reading my mind, Ollie noted, “It was the largest room for my needs. The workers don’t usually come to the house, but I didn’t want to take any chances.”

I nodded and walked to the table in the center, scanning some papers on it. Architectural drawings with notes and schedules of the bank employees were the first things I noticed. The notebook I’d seen him holding that day in the park laid beside it, the pages close but a bookmark sticking out of the top. “It seems you have quite a lot of information here. It must have taken you a long time to find it all.”

“Not really. Most of it I’ve found in the last few days.” He picked up the paper with the layout of the bank and I saw another one underneath, a building I didn’t recognize. “This was one of the few things I had to get before we left Vegas. I had to get it through my contacts there under the table.”

“That’s smart. It wouldn’t be good to go through all the trouble only to be caught because you went in and got it from the town,” I chuckled softly. “What are these, though? I don’t know this building.” I’d noticed there were more beneath.

“Those are the next targets if they pan out when we go there. Every job will take some time to scope out before deciding if it’s worth the risk. Some are banks, some are stores I’ve found will be quite lucrative.” His warmth enveloped me as he leaned into my back, reaching for something. I pressed my ass against him and felt the stir in his pants.

His hands went to my hips to stop me, “Careful. If you keep pressing against me like that, I won’t be able to stop myself from bending you over this table.”

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