Page 102 of F*ck Steal Kill

“You don’t have to tell me twice, but first, let’s hit the showers. Blood is hard to get out of the upholstery,” Grady said, opening the doors and leading us to the secret locker room on this garage level.

Tossing our clothes into the incinerator and rinsing off all the blood, the four of us headed back to my car twenty minutes later, as fresh as daisies. The van was gone, as was any trace of the man. And the best part was no paperwork.

“How about we stop for food on the way?” Max asked. “Watching you work makes me hungry.”

“You are making this the best birthday ever. I’m not sure how you’ll top this next year.”

“I’m just glad there’s a next year,” Max said, giving me a smile.

Yeah, me too.

My book might be covered in blood, but it wasn’t the only thing about me. In fact, it wasn’t even the most interesting. Not by a long shot.

CHAPTER 34

JOY

ONE MONTH LATER

Unlocking the door to the Moore’s house, a smile graced my face as I took in the person that greeted me with a grin and nothing but a silk robe. One that I’d gotten her a few months ago.

“Well, hello. This must be my lucky day to be greeted by such a beautiful woman at the door.”

“Every day is lucky with you, Joy,” Mallory whispered, pulling my face to hers to kiss me. Dropping my bag, I threaded my fingers through her long auburn locks as her tongue tangled with mine. Her body pressed into mine, all her soft curves melting into me as we kissed. Mallory’s hands roamed over my body, squeezing my ass as she tugged me even closer.

My heart sped up as arousal grew, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. Butterflies swirled, and I prayed that this feeling never ended. I was falling head over heels for these two.

I knew my odds weren’t good. Coming into an already-established couple would always put me at a disadvantage to being the odd one out, but I really liked our dynamic. It was almost perfect.

“Welcome home, darling,” Mallory said once she released me, her words surprising me. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” I pecked her lips again and retrieved my bag from where I’d dropped it. She took it from me before I could protest, tucking me under her arm as we walked further into the house. Mallory was tall for a woman, making me the shortest of the three.

“James and I have a surprise for you and a proposition.”

“Oh, that sounds intriguing.”

I looked up at her; her cheeks were a perfect shade of rose, and I wondered if I’d ever met anyone as beautiful. James and Mallory were a few years older than me, in their mid-thirties. They’d worked hard on their careers for years, and when they’d been ready to start a family, it hadn’t been possible. But they didn’t let that stop them. They decided to explore more of themselves and use this time to develop stronger bonds with each other.

They were both bi-sexual and had discussed adding someone to their bedroom activities, leading them to join Trice, where we met. That had been five months ago, something I didn’t think any of us foresaw. But the three of us worked well, and it had become more than just sex. Though it was some of the best sex I’d ever had. They never made me feel like a third wheel in their marriage, and if anything, I seemed to balance them both out well.

We spent most of our time together as a triad, but I also did things with only James and only Mallory—in and out of the bedroom.

Walking into the open-concept living room and kitchen, I was shocked when I spotted not only James but his best friend, Tyler. He was several heads taller than me, putting him well over six feet. He had dark blond hair with natural honey highlights, most women would kill to have, with a slight wave. Every time I was around him, I itched to run my fingers through it to see if it was as soft as it looked—like silk and cotton had a baby.

His eyes were the deep green of grass after a hard rain, which bore into you like he could read your thoughts with one look. Tyler was quiet, which made me extra chatty to offset his calm exterior and stop myself from asking if I could climb him. The man was stacked. I knew he and James worked out together daily, so I could only imagine the muscles he kept hidden beneath his button-down shirts.

I’d been secretly crushing on him for a few months since he would often tag along to things the Moores did and inevitably put us together. He didn’t speak much to me, so I was confident he hated me or thought I was a nuisance. He was the first man not to flirt with me, which also threw me off my game.

Glancing at James, I noticed his chocolate brown hair was slightly askew, like he’d been running his fingers through it for hours. His hazel eyes lit up when he spotted me, and he stood from the couch. He was dressed as casually as Mallory in a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else, his dick pressing against his leg and giving me a delicious outline.

His abs were on full display, his Adonis belt causing me to lick my lips as it flexed and moved with each step he took. His golden skin was peppered with a light dusting of chest hair and his happy trail, making my fingers eager to touch him.

Where Tyler was silent and stoic, keeping his emotions in check, James was as open as I was, wearing his heart on his sleeve. His smile was wide as he neared, lifting me under my butt and bringing me closer to his height as he kissed me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I fell into the kiss as he gripped my thighs. I loved how enthusiastic he was, not caring who was around as he kissed me.

The best part of being shorter than Mallory and James was that they were always picking me up, and I loved it. It was nice to feel delicate and protected by them, even if I knew four different fighting techniques.

Breaking the kiss, we both panted as we pulled apart. His hair was even messier now, my hands having run through it as our lips locked.

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