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I drag a hand through my hair, my frustration and panic rising. “I…I could be your friend? You can come and bitch to me about the others. If they make you cry, I can even beat them up for you, if you want. Then I can give you orgasms to make you feel better. I’m good at giving orgasms.”

Fuck if my cock doesn’t stand to attention at the thought of giving her an orgasm right now, and I lick my lips, swearing that I can still taste her on my lips, like a craving that will never be satisfied.

Tabitha nibbles on her bottom lip, like she’s actually thinking about it, and I still, not even daring to breathe. My heart soars in my chest, and I’m so tense, I’m afraid that I’m going to snap.

“And I would keep the other men too?” She crinkles her nose in an adorable way that makes me want to kiss her. I’m not sure if she’s asking a question or thinking about what living with four men would smell like.

“We would be like your boyfriends and do stuff with you and shit. If you want to go for a run or blow shit up or even sneak out of the house and kill someone, I’m your guy. If you want chocolate or fancy restaurants or encounter tech problems, you’ve got Gage. Pierce helps you with your anxiety and helps you people. He’s your car and bike and mechanical guy. Bast is your fixer, able to make any problem go away. He’s your trainer and boxing dude, the one who will take you on camping adventures with nature and shit.”

I lean forward and lower my voice, not caring that the other men are probably listening. “Most women don’t know it, but they need more than one man to keep up with them and treat them right. It’s the only way to keep a woman from getting bored. Not to mention all the sex should keep you from getting pissed off at all the stupid things men do that always seem to annoy women.”

Tabitha nods her head like it makes complete sense, and I’m practically bouncing in excitement. She scans me up and down, and I snap to attention, shoulders back, chest out, chin up, cock hard and aching.

My heart pounds a mile a minute in the hope that I pass inspection.

“I’ve never really had a friend, not one who doesn’t live at the Belladonnas’ house. The girls at the house are more like co-workers and siblings. I would kill for them, and I know they would do the same for me, but I’m not sure I would consider us true friends.” She nibbles on her bottom lip, then asks tentatively, “What does a friend do?”

“Hmmm…good question.” I cast about, desperately trying to think what it means to be a good friend. I’m an asshole, so I’m probably not the best one to ask. “You basically just listen when the other person wants to bitch.”

Tabitha purses her lips, a little snarl pulling up one corner. “Even if it’s boring?”

I grimace but nod, only relaxing a little. “Yeah, that’s what the other assholes tell me anyway.”

I tap my fingers against my leg, scrambling to think what else makes a good friend, and I brighten when I recall another fact. “And if any guys bother you, we can scare them away.”

A thump sounds from behind me, and I turn to see Gage banging his head against the cabinet door and squint at the weird fucker.

“Oh, that will be nice.” Tabitha chews on her thumbnail, obviously trying to think of a downside to having a harem, then her eyes narrow in a dangerous way that lifts the hairs on the back of my neck. “What about when you guys bring around other women? I don’t want other people in my space. I—”

“No other women, baby girl,” I interrupt, stealing Pierce’s nickname for her without shame, hoping to distract her before she can work herself up into a good tear. “You would be the only woman for us.”

Her mouth parts, her pupils dilate, and that pretty flush fills her face again.

“And you set the speed,” I tell her before she can worry about it. “If you only want to hold hands, that’s where we’ll start until you’re comfortable with more.”

Even if my cock will have a permanent zipper imprint on it from being trapped in my pants.

I make a mental note to lift more weights, work up the muscles in my hand and arm in preparation for all the jacking off I’m going to be doing in the future.

“What do you say?” I give her my most winsome smile, ignoring the way my heart leaps in my throat. Because if she says no, I’m not sure I can give her up. “Want to build a harem?”

Chapter Twenty-one

TABITHA

Aharem.

I must admit, there is a certain appeal to having a harem. Sex whenever I want. Guards to keep people from bothering me. If I want to go out or do something, I’d never have to go alone.

Part of me worries about the chaos they would bring to my life, but another part is excited about the prospect. All the other girls at the house are gone, and I already know I don’t want to stay in that big place without them.

I’m not a people person. I would rather stab most of them rather than talk to them. To my surprise, I haven’t really struggled against the urge with the guys. The men are actually interesting. They seem to understand me and don’t push me for more before I’m ready.

They know the toll it takes to kill a person, and they treat me like one of them.

It’s addicting.

I try to think of the downside of having a harem. What stands out most is that my head isn’t threatening to explode at the mere thought of having to deal with them every day. Anyone else…I shudder. No, thank you.

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