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Several minutes pass before he replies.

Done.

He sends a pic of his face with a self-satisfied grin. I swallow, trying to tamp down my emotions. The fact that he followed my orders so easily, without hesitation, has me hopeful for the first time in years.

CHAPTER 16

SAWYER

Ithink my dick is stuck inside this thing.

After I followed Raven’s instructions and made myself come, I tried for several minutes to get this thing off, but it’s useless. I figured I needed to wait till my dick deflated, but no matter how hard I try, it’s not budging. All the lube and cum made everything so slick that the skin from one of my nuts got caught in it.

After twenty minutes of tugging—and not the good kind—I pull out my phone and call Hardy, relieved he answers after two rings. “I need help.”

“Hey, Chief. Everything ok?”

“I need you to come over. And bring the Dremel.”

“You leave yours at Raven’s?” he asks, confusion coloring his voice.

“Bring the diamond blade,” I bark, my patience growing thin.

“We breaking into a safe? You’re not asking me to break the law, are you?”

“Just get your ass over here and don’t tell anyone.” I end the call and toss my phone on the couch next to me.

Ten minutes later, I answer a knock on my door to three smug faces. Hardy, Mike, and RJ push their way into my house. “I thought I said not to tell anyone,” I mutter as Hardy passes me.

“You were on speaker when you called,” Hardy says.

“When the chief needs help, we come runnin’,” Mike says in his Irish lilt.

Hardy puts his hands on his hips, a scowl creasing his face. “So what’s the problem? What are we cutting?”

I blow out a deep breath. “I’m not sure how to tell you this, so I’m just gonna say it. I have a titanium cock ring stuck on my dick.”

The room is silent for several beats as the guys look at each other, then break into a fit of laughter.

“Not it,” RJ says.

Hardy points at Mike. “I think Mike should have the honors.”

“RJ’s the probie here,” Mike complains. “The honor should be his.”

“No offense, but I don’t want to look at my sister’s boyfriend’s dick.”

Something flutters in my chest at his words. “Did she call me her boyfriend?”

RJ looks at me apologetically. “No. It was easier than saying ‘the guy who wants to bone my sister.’”

“This is fucking humiliating.”

“My vote is also for Mike,” RJ says.

“Why me?” Mike asks.

“Your dick is pierced. I figure you know more about metal and dicks than any of us,” Hardy says.