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“Cum for me, baby,” I grunted, and Vivian didn’t disappoint. Minutes later, she was crying out my name and milking my dick with her pussy.

“Cash…oh, God…”

It was sad to say that I was unloading inside her shortly after, but since I planned on doing this a million times more before the night was over, I wasn’t too worried about it.

When we were finally able to catch our breaths, Vivian said, “I guess you’re not gay after all.”

My dick slid out of her body as we laughed. “You’re an asshole,” I grumbled as I bit her earlobe.

“But I’myourasshole,” she replied saucily, and it was everything.

Hours later, I was waking her up, whispering in her ear, “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

What’s Another Beer?

You had a lot of time to think in jail. Granted, this was the first time that I’d had ever had the privilege of being able to appreciate the experience, but it didn’t take away from the fact that you had a lot of time to contemplate a lot in life when you were sitting in a jail cell, learning your lesson, and no one was in a hurry to help you get out.

Still, as I sat on the metal bench, ignoring the asshole sitting on the other side of the cell, I thought about Vivian, Cash, and Madam Brousseau’s bazaar prediction. Common sense was telling me that it was pure coincidence that Vivian and Cash had ended up getting together. A simple misunderstanding that could have been worked out years ago if Vivian hadn’t been told that lie about Cash’s sexual preferences.

Pure coincidence.

I mean, Vivian, Alessa, Hattie, Chanel, Rachel, Zara, Kit, and I had all been friends since college. What were the odds that we’d all be finding love this year? Plus, with someone that we already knew? Not to mention that Kit was my twin sister; we knew the same guys damn near, and none of them seemed optional.

Shaking my head, I was convinced that Vivian and Cash were just a happy coincidence. While I was very happy for my friend, it was still just a coincidence. Madam Brousseau hadn’t even charged us, so how accurate could her predictions have been?

Besides, all the men in my life weren’t…they just weren’t. As a corporate attorney, I was busy from dawn until dusk, surrounded by other lawyers most days, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about my soulmate being another attorney. Sure, they’d understand the demands of the job, but the men that I worked with seemed too stuffy to set my sheets on fire at night.

The only other men in my life were family, and this wasn’t a Deliverance movie, so no thanks. Sure, there was Chanel’s stepbrother to consider, but hewas a career military man, so I couldn’t see him as an option. I mean, I’d like my soulmate to at least live in the same country as I did. Zara kept saying that we should have kept going until we’d found a real voodoo priestess that night, but I was pretty sure that you couldn’t find one of those on the strip of Las Vegas. We’d have to go to Louisiana for that, which I wasn’t opposed to. Cortland Culpepper deserved to have his dick fall off, and don’t even get me started on what Alessa’s stepsister deserved.

Running a hand through my blonde hair, letting out a sigh, it wasn’t like I was at risk of becoming a spinster just yet. I was only thirty-one, and I had plenty of time left to find the man of my dreams. Though I wasn’t gracing any magazine covers or being stalked on social media for my good looks, I still wasn’t half-bad. I was five-foot-three, had light blonde hair, blue eyes, and a decent figure. Sure, I didn’t have popping curves like Vivian, Hattie, or Zara, but to be fair, no one had curves like Zara.

Not to mention, I had a good career, made decent money, and owned my own condo. I was a property owner damnit. That meant something in this day and age.

Still, I couldn’t hold onto a guy for dear life.

It was always something, and I couldn’t even really blame them. A lot of the complaints had been about my work schedule, but a girl had to work. My parents had raised me and Kit to be fiscally responsible, and I thought about IRAs and retirement investments. I mean, I might be boring as hell, but I was going to be boring as hell with financial stability.

Then, if it wasn’t my work hours, then it was my friends. Sure, there were eight of us that were super close, but Kit was my sister, so I didn’t count her. Hell, she was my twin, so any guy that had a problem with her could kiss my ass.

So, either I was picking the wrong guys, or I was simply the wrong girl. Maybe I wasn’t needy enough or…fragile enough. Maybe I could benefit from a little pampering and shopping sprees. Maybe I could learn how to bat my eyelashes and master that come-hither stare.

Whatever I needed to learn, I wasn’t going to learn it today. Not sitting in a jail cell, at least. Besides, if I were being completely honest with myself, I was missing sex more than I was missing someone asking me what I wanted for dinner.

Months.

That’s how long since I’d gotten laid. None of us had gotten lucky in Vegas, but the trip had been for Alessa, not us.

However, we weren’t in Vegas anymore.

Chapter 1

Sloane~

“You know, it’s your fault that we’re in here,” came a voice that belonged to the reason that I was sitting in jail.

I turned to look at the only other occupant of the jail cell in disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”

Reign Claymore was shooting those silver orbs at me like he was serious. “All you had to do was shut the hell up when the judge told you to,” he argued.

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