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“I don’t know. She doesn’t even know anyone here,” I add.

“This makes no sense. You think they got the wrong girl?” War asks more to himself than us. Arya moans, and we turn to look at her, her head bobbing slightly. She lifts her head and looks at me, and I see the ghost of a smile on her lips.

“What are you smiling about, troublemaker,” I ask her. Her drugged and drunken smile only gets bigger.

“You like me like this,” she slurs her words.

“Drugged?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. She attempts to shake her head, but that doesn’t work out so well.

“Horny,” she slurs once more. I can’t help but grin at her. She’s fucked up and has been drugged, but the girl is still turned on.

“I don’t think we’re going to dick you down in this bathroom right now,” I tell her. She pouts, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. And I don’t think shit is cute.

“War will,” she adds, trying to turn her head to face him. War flashes his teeth in a snarl. I know he’s as pissed as the rest of us are.

“We need to get her home. Take her out the back. I’m going to tell Dad she drank too much and isn’t feeling well,” Harlon says as he climbs off the floor and stands, wiping his slacks. War stands as Har leaves the bathroom and we help Arya to her feet. She launches herself into War’s arms, wrapping her armsaround him while kissing his neck. He jerks his gaze to me and shakes his head, a pissed-off glint in his eye.

Instead of both of us trying to help her, War lifts her in his arms and follows me out of the bathroom as I make sure no one is out there. When it’s clear, I motion for him to follow me. We head down the staircase and out the back door while Arya moans loudly. I glance back at her once more and shake my head as we head for the SUV. War climbs in with her still in his arms, and that’s when she moves.

She turns to straddle his lap, grinding against him with need. She whines to herself and sucks the flesh of his neck into her mouth.

“War,” she whines as if she can’t take it anymore. He looks at me, and I shrug, not knowing what he should do with her right now. Harlon comes out fairly quickly as Arya works to get War’s slacks undone. Finally, War gives up and does it for her, pulling his cock free. He hikes her dress up, and she quickly takes him inside her. She’s still not steady, but she’s doing a damn good job riding his cock right now.

“You feel so good inside me,” she sighs as she takes him deeper. War growls and grabs her hips, shoving her down his length. I can’t pull my fucking eyes away from the show she’s putting on. Her hands come up and cup her breasts through her dress. War reaches up and slaps them away. He pulls them free of their confines and leans in, biting her nipple so hard she screams.

“Do it again,” she begs in her altered state. War grins as he leans in and does the same to the other one. Arya keeps screaming as War sinks his teeth into every single part of her chest and shoulders. She’s going to have marks and bruises on her tomorrow, but I highly doubt she’s going to care.

They keep fucking until I hear her cry out with her orgasm. We’re almost home when War lifts her off his cock and tucks it back in. She falls over on the seat next to him, her legs spread as cum slithers down onto the seat. War groans at the sight.

“Let’s get her ass inside,” I say when we pull into the driveway. We climb out, and I open the door to pull Arya out. She collapses in my arms, but then she starts to kiss my neck.

“You want to taste my pussy, Denz?” she asks me. Fuck, she has no idea what I want to do to her. I want more than to taste her pussy right now, and I don’t even care my brother’s cum is running down her thighs.

“As much as I’d love to, you need to rest and drink some water,” I tell her.

“Aww, are you taking care of me?” she slurs as she looks up at me with those glossed-over eyes.

“Yeah. We’re going to take care of you, and you know what?”

“What?”

“That means you’re ours, Arya. You belong to the three of us now.” She seems to think about those words, but in her fucked up state, they mean nothing. She laughs as I carry her inside and up to her room.

Harlon follows along after a few minutes with water for her to drink. We tip it to her lips and make her drink some before laying her on the bed. I roll her onto her stomach and unzip her dress, trying to pull it down, but she protests.

“No! Don’t do that,” she screams as she bunches the dress in her hands and holds it to her body.

“We need to take this off,” War tells her.

“No. I don’t want it off. I’m not ready for you to see,” she says as she starts to drift off.

“See what?” Harlon asks, as confused as the rest of us.

“All of me,” she whispers before falling asleep.

Chapter 15

Warren

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