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Once everything was put in its place, I eyed the big black duffle bags, “How much did we get?”

Finn smiled, “A lot. There were mostly hundred-dollar bills in the vault. Made it easy pickings. You want to count it?”

“No, I want to swim in it naked,” I laughed as I twirled with my hands held out and my head tipped back. Dane picked me up, that predatory look in his eyes, before he ripped my clothes off. One by one, the pieces of my old dress were torn from my body and piled on the floor.

So engrossed in him, I didn’t notice the others had dumped the money on the bed until Dane unceremoniously threw me on it and I felt the paper on my skin. I made a few snow angels, laughing as I picked up handfuls of cash and made them rain down over me, giggling as I did so.

I heard the click of a camera and looked up to see Finn with a cell phone out, clicking away. He captured the moment on his burner phone, and I loved it. Giving them all a show, I posed as a sense of power filled me. “Come join me,” my sultry voice beckoned, and they stripped down.

Time passed quickly as we played in our new wealth, but they kept stopping me from getting what I wanted. Hands rubbed me in all the right places before moving away, leaving my blood boiling with a need they left unfilled.

“We have plans for you tonight, vixen,” Finn’s voice filled with promise as he pulled my hand from his cock once again. “Go get ready because we are going to a nightclub and we have a VIP area waiting for us.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice, the idea of partying with them exactly what I wanted. I didn’t remember the last time I went to a club and had fun. This was my do over, my chance to be myself and let loose, and I would take full advantage of it.

Chapter 19

Vivian

We passed the long line of people hoping to be let in, their eyes on us as we sauntered up to the bodyguard at the door. He greeted Dane warmly, “Dane, you devil. I thought it was you I saw on the list.”

“I’m just stopping through on my way back to Vegas. I couldn’t miss showing this beautiful woman my favorite club in Texas,” he responded smoothly. I knew he lied because we were headed to Oklahoma next, according to the mapped destinations.

“Good to see you, man. Just no making me work harder tonight. As fun as it is to see you beat the shit out of some pussy, I’d rather not have to kick you out.”

Dane laughed and shook his hand, “I’m in too good of a mood for a fight.”

The bouncer opened the rope and let us through, his eyes straying on me for a beat too long. Finn’s chest rumbled, and the man quickly looked away. “You know people are going to look. You were the one who picked this dress out,” I chastised him over my shoulder.

“For our eyes only,” he grumbled, though his face lightened as he scanned me up and down, replaced by a hungry look that made me slick between my thighs. I decided not to wear anything underneath and had to admit the cool silk, what little of it there was, felt good against every part of my skin it touched as I moved.

The red silk dipped low in the front, past my breasts, revealing to just above my belly. The skirt reached well past my ass, but the slits in the sides showed every part of my long legs and gave me the ability to still move. All they had to do was lift the flap, and I’d be bared to them, exactly what I wanted.

As the second door opened, the loud bass vibrated through my feet, the flashing lights and loud music exhilarated me, and I couldn’t wait to get out there. Tugging Finn’s hand, I led him to the dance floor, knowing one of the others would get us drinks before joining us.

Sliding between the hot, sweaty bodies on the crowded floor, I stayed close to Finn, enjoying his fingers touching the highest point of my leg. Finding a spot in the middle where I could see all the action, I stopped and turned to face him, moving my body to the music as he held my waist. Putting my arms up, I swayed, losing myself in the music as our bodies writhed together, perfectly in sync.

Finn had moves, something that shouldn’t have surprised me with the way he fucked me so damn good every single time. Feeling his bulge pressed up against me and thinking all he had to do was lift my skirt a little, and I was feverish with desire. When he spun me and pressed his chest against my back, I threw my hands around his neck and swayed with my eyes closed. His lips touched my neck, and I moaned, my legs wobbly with my sudden need for him.

As if on cue, knowing I needed to cool off, the cold glass touched between my breasts and my eyes popped open. Dane held my drink to my chest, his signature bad boy grin on his face. I took it from him gratefully, slinging back the drink to ease my parched mouth. He moved in, sandwiching me between the two men as we danced.

“Where’s Ollie?” I asked Dane as he kissed my neck, each of the two men taking a side, my passion surging, ready to rip off their clothes right there in the middle of the crowd.

“Watching you,” Dane lifted his glass, pointing to where Ollie stood on the balcony, staring down at us. I waved at him, wanting him to join us, but he shook his head slightly. I tried not to pout, but it didn’t work.

As I drained my glass, Finn’s breath brushed against my ear, “He’s not one for dancing. He likes to watch.”

“Well, then. Let’s give him a show.”

Spinning between the two men, I ground against each of them, touching everywhere I could. Raking my fingernails through his hair and down the hard plains of his chest while I twisted my head to kiss Dane. Somehow another drink ended up in my hand and I didn’t hear what the server said. Downing it, she handed me another and pointed up to where Ollie still stood watching.

I narrowed my eyes when a scantily clad woman came up to stand next to him, her hand resting on his shoulder as she pushed up against him. I could see her mouth moving and he looked down at her. Oh, hell no! That little hoe would not touch my man.

Untangling myself from Dane and Finn, I pushed my way through the crowd, searching for the stairs. They weren’t hard to find, in the center of the club with lights highlighting them all the way up the carpeted runner. A single, large, brooding man stood to the side. As I closed in, I saw him herd people away from the stairs and my stomach fell. I hadn’t been up there yet and wasn’t sure if he knew I belonged.

Before I could come up with something convincing, considering one of my men was up there busy with another woman, he greeted me and gestured for me to go, “Miss Parker, enjoy your evening.”

I didn’t bother anything more than a nod, my rage taking over as I climbed the stairs. Even though we weren’t exclusive exactly, Ollie had been the one to demand I be there for all of them, my body theirs for the taking whenever they wanted. The least he could do was to give me the same courtesy.

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