Page 107 of F*ck Steal Kill

The window across the room was dark, the three men gone from view and right into my trap.

Opening the door, I scowled at the three guys standing there. I crossed my arms under my breasts and waited for them to say something. I couldn’t be too eager, even if they’d done exactly what I wanted.

“Yes?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe when they didn’t say anything.

I had to give it to Ryan; he always kept his eyes on my face as he beamed his perfect smile at me. I couldn’t say the same for Heath, who blatantly checked me out, heat and lust clear as day in his eyes, and Henry’s face was too red for him to stare at me for long, the southern gentleman coming to the surface.

This was the first time all three of them had come over together. Typically, it was Ryan or H-squared.

“Whatcha baking, babe?” Ryan asked, giving me one of his charming smiles.

His classically handsome looks had taken him far in life. He had honey-brown hair with golden highlights that shimmered in the sun. This was fitting, since his eyes were the color of the sky, so blue and pure that sometimes it hurt to stare at them for too long. He had a prominent chin with light stubble, that charming smile always on his lips like he had the world’s best secret.

It pissed me off to see it. Though my body reacted differently as my pulse raced, my arousal ramped up as he directed it at me. His lips were pillowy and soft, and he knew exactly how to use his tongue. Everywhere.

“None of your business. Did you need something?” I sighed, staring at my fingernails.

“You on my dick,” Heath mumbled, causing Henry to cough as he spluttered.

“The three of us thought it was time to talk. To put an end to this little game we’ve been playing.”

“I’m not playing any games. I hate you three. If that’s all, you can go.”

I stepped back to shut the door, my heart beating so hard in my chest. The bluff game always got me hot and bothered. The risk of it all. Was it too much or just enough? Who would fold first? I never wanted to fold first.

Ryan’s arm stopped the door as he stepped into the gap, his face a mere inch from mine. His intoxicating scent wrapped around me, and I had to focus to not shiver from it. Damn. He smelled good.

His hand landed on my naked hip, his thumb brushing up and down, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“Lace, we just want to talk.”

“Yeah. I don’t do that. If you want to fuck, come in. Otherwise, see yourself back to your own house. I have more naked cleaning and a date with my vibrator and favorite smutty book.”

“Fucking hell,” Heath muttered as Henry groaned. Ryan just smiled wider, like he knew I was full of shit.

And that was the problem. Ryan knew me too well at this point. I hadn’t meant to repeat our tryst after taking down the Savages. He kept following me around to the point it made me crazy, and I gave in to him again. Once I had, I couldn’t stop. The push and pull was too intoxicating, so I started the game to give myself some clear boundaries and keep it clean. I kept ignoring the three of them and pretended to hate them when it was anything but.

Even going as far as lying to my best friends.

Because if they knew, then it was game over, and my heart was truly and utterly lost to them. And that was a price I didn’t know if I could pay.

Ryan took another step, forcing me to move back and give him more room in the door or let him into my space.

Stepping back, he kept pushing forward until all three of them were inside, and I was pressed against the kitchen island, his hands on either side of me.

“Fine. You got your way, and you’re inside my home. Say what you have to say and then leave.”

“Heath shut all the curtains. Henry, lock all the doors and remove the muffins in three minutes.”

“On it,” they said, following his commands without question.

His blue eyes bore into me, the heat and lust swirling with an emotion I didn’t know. Something deeper, something resembling reverence. But I couldn’t let myself hope or fall into his easy embrace. If he won, then I was done.

No more, Lacey. No more…?

I wasn’t even sure what anymore, just that it terrified the fuck out of me to lose.

“As much as we love your naked cleaning, there are easier ways to get our attention, Lace.”

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