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“Yes, she’s a nice girl,” I snap.

He quirks an eyebrow and looks at me like, Don’t try and give me that shit.

“She is a good girl.” I can’t look any of them in the eye.

Not with the filthy things I’m thinking about Summer. Remembering her telling me to treat her like my whore.

She fucking slayed me.

“I know she’s a good girl. It doesn’t mean good girls don’t like to get freaky. What makes them good is that they’re particular who they get freaky with. And I bet Tinker Bell likes to get freaky, doesn’t she, Rock.” Snake states slowly.

I steal a glance at him and grit my teeth.

You can hear a fucking pin drop in here as quiet as the guys are, waiting for me to respond. Anything. Deny it. Shout at them. Tell them to shut the fuck up. Anything at all.

But I can’t.

I can’t deny it. We did get freaky. We could have gotten a lot more freaky.

What they want to know is do I think she’d be open to getting freaky with them.

“Do you think she wants to come around, Rock?” Snake puts the question out there on the fucking table as diplomatically as he possibly can.

Diplomatic or not, he just asked if I think Summer wants us all.

To fuck her.

Together.

I can’t fucking answer him.

Do I say yes, because I think she does? To be honest, I think she’d be open to the idea, she said she wasn’t scared. I didn’t have the balls to come right out and ask her. Because I like her, I really like her. I like her even more because she’s a freak. And that pushes all my freak buttons at once. Even my normal ones, the ones that want to pick her up and take her out to dinner, the ones that want to rub her feet after a long day, the ones that want to wash her hair. They all want to hold her and kiss her, while the others want to watch her swallow Gringo’s cock as I’m thrusting into her, listen to her moans and sighs while I watch Bull feast on her, and fuck if I’m not a twisted son-of-a-bitch, but I want to fuck her sweet, sweet pussy, my pussy, as Snake fills her ass.

I’m not ready for that.

I need to claim it first, claim her first. Completely. My dick is going to be the first to push into her tight ass.

She surprised the hell out of me. I’d been so wrong about her. Everything I said to her, every filthy thing I told her to do, she wanted more. I gave it to her, again and again. And she still came back for more. She knew all along, right from that very first day all the guys went into her shop what we did. Even then, it intrigued her.

But do I think she really wants to come around the shop? Around the guys?

Do I think she’d be open to all of us having her?

Yes.

Do I want her to?

Didn’t I claim her at the beginning to keep her from exactly that?

I did.

That was before, when I thought she’d be scared.

Now things are different.

The fact of the matter is, she’s mine.

Mine?

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