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I couldn’t help myself, rubbing my ass over his bulge again. Despite how sore my vagina was, the thought of him pressing me down on the hard surface made me wet with desire. Even more so when his chest rumbled, and his breath brushed against my ear with the bedroom name I never knew could be so damn hot, “My little brat. Don’t think I didn’t notice how much you loved being spanked.”

I couldn’t deny it. Each one of these men brought out something inside of me, primal and dark, where everything I never knew I craved was handed to me. I whimpered when he stepped away, unable to stop my disappointment from escaping. It was as if I completely came undone around them, unable to control any part of me.

“Work first. Once that’s done, we can have fun.” Picking up the notebook and some papers, he went through what he’d come up with so far.

Every once in a while, I interrupted with a correction, my first being, “Your day won’t work. Mondays are the busiest and with cell phones, someone will call the sheriff. Plus, that’s the day he’s in town, as I told you earlier.”

“Yes, but that means more money in the tills to grab,” he argued. “One man isn’t going to stop us. It will take hours for backup to arrive and by then we’ll be long gone.”

“You don’t know these people. They will form a mob. You know this is an open carry state. No one will hesitate to turn their guns on you, and all the customers who come on Mondays carry.”

“Shit. What do you suggest?”

I held up my hand for him to wait while I worked the problem through, glancing at the map routing the getaway. The pieces came together, and I knew without a doubt my plan was solid. “Friday morning. All the ranch hands cash their checks in the late afternoon and the farm owners get their cash out on Monday to go to the auctions. Another reason Monday isn’t good, but I’ll get to that in a minute.”

My voice bubbled with excitement as I continued, “The truck comes early in the morning before opening on Friday. They need a lot of cash in order to take care of Friday and Monday customers, since the bank isn’t fully functioning on Saturdays. Hell, everyone around these parts hangs out with their families on weekends. That cash will be all there on Friday and there won’t be hardly anyone there. Everyone works harder on Friday so they can finish up all the extra crap that needs to be done. It’s the perfect time with the most cash and the fewest customers. Hell, they only have one teller in the morning, as you can see.”

Ollie stood silent as I finished and I watched the line between his brows deepen before softening. I liked the way he calculated things, weighing every word I said as he worked through what I dumped on him.

That dimple of his when a smile bloomed on his face almost made me like him. I squeaked when he suddenly picked me up and twirled me around, “You, Viv, are brilliant!” he exclaimed before giving me a loud smacking kiss on my lips.

I laughed, happy I could do more than just provide them with sex and have an actual part in this plan. Giddy, I couldn’t stop the elation that ran through my veins, replacing any fear I felt about becoming a bank robber. A part of me also enjoyed the fact that it was Heidi who would be on duty when this all went down. I loved the idea of making her piss her pants in fear, payment for the hell she’d put me through since high school.

Another thought came to my mind, something that could make sure the sheriff was far away. I opened my mouth to speak, but Ollie spoke first, “Damn. This means I have to admit Dane was right.”

“Right about what?”

“You. He said you were perfect for us and I thought he was just speaking with his dick. Not that I blame him, because I don’t think I could touch another woman after tasting you. Even so, I hate when he, of all people, is right.”

I patted his cheek, “It’s okay, sweetie. I’ll enjoy watching you squirm after the shit you pulled with me last night.”

Without skipping a beat, he moved close to me, his mouth inches from mine, “You loved it. I could see the desire in your eyes, smell the heady scent of your desire. You might try to deny how much you love it rough, but I know better. I bet every part of you dripped with desire for me to go through with it. Rip off those clothes, pin you down, and fuck you hard.”

“It was still rude. You can’t go around trying to take women like that,” I admonished him, my words cut off when he grabbed my head and pulled me to his lips. Desire shot through me and I lost all my fight when he spun me around and pushed my breasts to the table.

“You’re mine, Viv,” he snarled as he pushed my legs apart and drove into me. His movements were hard as he punctuated his words with his thrusts, “Tell me who this hot cunt belongs to.”

“Yours, Oliver. It’s yours.”

Chapter 15

Ollie

“You sure this is a good idea?” I asked Viv one more time as she poured my whiskey.

Setting the bottle back, she looked around at the crowded bar and nodded, her face set in steely determination. I threw some bills on the bar and made my way to the back with the guys. No one paid attention to us thanks to our temptress for making sure we had appropriate clothes. In other words, dirty rags I would never lower myself to wearing unless it was for a good reason. Money was the reason.

When I got back, Finn was in a conversation with some older man with a face almost like leather. “We’ve been to just about every town in this county looking for work,” he told the older man.

“I hear they’re looking for some hands up at Bluestone Ranch up near Guthrie. It’s a lot further north, about a seven-hour drive, and the pay isn’t as good, but you’ll find that area more in need of workers than around these parts. We’re all old-timers here. Live and die on the ranches we work, so there ain’t no need for new people much.”

“Thank you,” Finn shook his hand. “I guess lower pay is better than no pay. We’ll have to leave when the sun comes up to make it there at a decent time.”

The older man went on to give directions to Finn and I gave my friend credit for not losing his shit. We had GPS to guide us if we were really going that way. I had to say, Viv was damn good at knowing how to explain our sudden disappearance tomorrow. No one would suspect us, not with our appearance explained. We’d even gone to the ranches all week as if we were truly looking for work. They were ones our girl knew would turn us away, the already struggling ones or filled ones, which seemed to be all of them.

“Thank you for the suggestion,” I put on my best drawl, one that was a mix of several areas, showing we were transient workers. The old man tipped his hat and walked back to his table.

Dane sat casually in his chair, his boot kicked up on the extra seat. After I passed him his drink, he took a sip before keeping his voice low, “We should head out soon. They won’t believe we’re leaving early if we stay later than them.”

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