Page 40 of F*ck Steal Kill

I nodded, sucking in a breath to stop the tears from falling. Lacey handed me a tissue, and I took it, drying my eyes.

“What else?” she hedged, leaning closer to the counter. The three of us made a little triangle, the move creating a little bubble where it felt safe to share.

“I found Quentin last night.” I cleared my throat, tracking back through my mind of everything that had occurred between us.

“And?” Joy prodded, nudging my leg. “Did you learn anything new?”

“Maybe the size of his dick. She clearly fucked him,” Lacey said, taking another sip.

Rolling my eyes at her candor, I waved my hand, acknowledging she was right. “I walked into the bar with the intention of honey-trapping him, and somehow, we ended up fucking on his bike off the side of the road behind some trees.”

“Damn, girl! That sounds hot!” Joy fanned her face.

“How big is it?” Lacey asked, raising her eyebrows. “He seems like he’d have a big one and know exactly how to use it.”

Chuckling, I nodded. I still felt sore between my legs, which hadn’t happened since my first time.

“Oh yeah, he’s packing. The things he said, the way he held me, and the heat between us… Holy shit, it’s something else,” I said, exhaling. Now that it was out in the open, I felt lighter.

“So what’s the problem? You got some good dick. You should be cocky as fuck,” Lacey said, her brow furrowing as she studied me.

“You’re catching feelings!” Joy exclaimed, clapping her hands.

“Yeah, right,” Lacey admonished before stopping and staring at me. “Wait, are you?”

“I… I don’t know. There’s something magnetic between us. Something I’ve never felt with a man before. But it’s not just him. I felt it with Max and in my brief encounter with Grady. There’s a pull between the four of us that I can’t explain, and that’s what’s terrifying me. Well, that and the fact Quentin wants me to meet him this morning to talk about our,” I paused, swallowing, “relationship with Max.”

“Wait, hold up!” Joy started, holding her hands out in front of her, bouncing on her stool. “He wants to what now?”

“He started spouting something about how I was his, and I told him very politely that I wasn’t a one-dick girl.”

Lacey snorted, knowing me better than that. “You told him to fuck off, didn’t you?”

Cringing, I scrunched up my nose, a smile following. “I don’t know if it was those particular words, exactly. Maybe something about having too many disco sticks to ride.”

Joy cackled, slapping the counter, tears streaming down her face. Lacey even smiled, shaking her head at me.

“What did he say to that?” Joy asked, going all eager beaver to hear my tale.

“He got all growly, closed his eyes, and then said, ‘Max and Grady only.’ The whole time we had this conversation, mind you, his dick was still in my cabana, and he was oiled up and ready to go.”

“Shit. That’s hot,” Joy said, fanning herself.

“So, what are you going to do?” Lacey asked, eyeing me.

“I don’t know. I don’t do feelings for this reason. It complicates things. Us three against the world is so much easier.” I laid my head back down on my arms, staring at the wall, hoping a solution would jump out and bite me.

“It doesn’t have to be all or nothing, babe,” Joy said, lifting my chin with her finger. “You can have us and be in a relationship. Or relationships. We’d never want to stand in your way. You’re not going to lose us. We’re ride-or-die. That’s for life, Hols.”

“What Hallmark Barbie said,” Lacey added, nodding her head. She was just as uncomfortable with feelings as I was.

“What if that means they find out about XOXO? They won’t be here forever, so eventually, we’d have to figure that out, too. You know… there are just too many complications. It’s better to ignore it and just leave it at great sex. Yeah. That’s what I’m going to do.”

I started to stand, sliding off my stool. Joy grabbed my arms, holding me in place.

“Stop running scared. You’re a badass killer; don’t let fear be the thing that conquers you. All those questions we can figure out together. We never planned to stay here, so that’s a non-issue, and as for XOXO…” she trailed off, turning her head to Lacey. They exchanged something between them before Joy refocused back on me. “Maybe you should tell them. I can’t stop thinking about Ava or all the other clients we couldn’t take on because we’re just three girls taking justice into our own hands. They might be able to help us.”

I sucked in a breath, looking back and forth. “You’re serious. When did you talk about this?”

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