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Neo came into the room carrying his plate. He took a seat in one of the overstuffed chairs facing the TV and Rock cued upLove or Money, which turned out to be super cheesy, with obnoxious graphics and dramatic music that acted as a backdrop to all the maneuvering and fighting and making out between the couples.

I was hooked within the first half hour, and I tried not to be annoying as I asked Rock and Oscar questions about the contestants, trying to catch up on the things I’d missed in earlier episodes.

I devoured my meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and the green beans Rock had sautéed with loads of butter and little almond slivers, then leaned back against the sofa with a groan.

Rock patted the spot next to him and I glanced at Oscar, trying to get a read on how this was going to work. His answer came in the form of a suggestive grin that I took as a sign of approval, so I leaned into Rock with a sigh, tucking my feet under me and resting my head against his chest.

If someone had told me a week earlier that I’d find myself sitting on the Kings’ sofa, watching reality TV after a gourmet dinner, cuddling with Rock Barone, I’d have said they were high.

But here I was, doing all of those things and feeling like I’d landed in paradise.

Except for Neo, who still acted like I was stinking up the place.

Still, two out of three wasn’t bad, and I had to stifle a moan when Oscar reached for one of my bare feet and started rubbing. His fingers were magic against the soles of my feet, putting just the right amount of pressure on my skin while Rock’s fingers absently stroked my bare shoulder.

Fuck.

I was getting turned on watching TV, my pussy wet as I imagined Rock and Oscar naked.

Together.

With me.

I was glad Neo was there. I didn’t trust myself to be alone with Rock and Oscar, and I was almost relieved when my phone buzzed with a text.

I reached for it on the coffee table and smiled when I saw it was Claire.

Sleepover at my place tomorrow night?

I remembered our conversation at Game Night, Claire’s promise to talk to me about Emma when we were alone. The Queens’ house probably wasn’t super private, but I was guessing Claire had her own room, which meant it was the best shot I had at getting answers.

Sure,I texted back.

It would be good for me to get out of the Kings’ house for a while anyway. I was on hot-dick overload, and my annoyingly ravenous pussy was becoming less trustworthy by the second.

Chapter34

Willa

“Ineed a car,” I mused, looking out the passenger side window of the Audi.

I still wasn’t sure which car belonged to which King, but when Rock had offered to drive me to Claire’s on Friday night, he’d gone straight for the Audi.

He’d just pulled up in front of an old mansion on the outskirts of Blackwell Falls, and I was feeling more than a little embarrassed to have needed a ride to the Queens' house.

“We don’t mind driving you,” he said.

I looked over at him, sexy as fuck in his trademark white T-shirt and jeans that showed off his muscled thighs. “Did it occur to you that maybe I mind? That maybe I don’t like being dropped off at the Queens’ house like a kid being driven to a sleepover by her parents?”

His grin was lazy and sex-filled. “If you want me to be your daddy, just say so.”

I laughed in spite of myself. “I’m not used to being dependent on other people.”

He reached over and slid a hand under my hair and onto the back of my neck. “I get that, but it’s no trouble. We like taking care of you.”

“And I like being independent,” I said, trying not to be distracted by the soft stroke of his thumb at the base of my neck.

“I like your independence. I like everything about you.” His sea-blue eyes were hooded with desire. “But I’d like it more if you were grinding on me right now.”

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