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All of our focus stays on killing the zombies on the screen. I keep waiting for that hit of vanilla that lets me know she’s near. But after a few more seconds, nothing.

Maybe she went to lie down. She didn’t seem very enthused about playing a video game. But if we don’t have something to do with our hands, mine would be all over her.

Eli is the first to glance behind us at the bed. His character gets overwhelmed by zombies quickly. Jack laughs at him but then turns to look. When his character dies a gruesome death, I swallow.

Maybe I’m not strong enough to look back at the bed and see whatever has them so distracted.

“Are you planning on respawning?” Luke asks, one hundred percent focused on this game. He decapitates a few zombies before changing weapons.

“What’s the plan, kitten?” Eli sets his controller on the coffee table and leans back on the couch, but he looks poised to pounce. His legendary control is fraying at the edges.

“Thinking about entertaining myself.” Harper’s voice is low.

Fuck. I pause the game and squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe she’s talking about reading. Maybe she’s curled up in bed and just looks super cute, and that’s what caught Eli and Jack’s attention. Luke glances at me, annoyed that I stopped the game, but his focus shifts beyond me. His eyes widen, and his lips press together.

Yeah, not super cute then.

Fuck it.

I toss my controller onto the coffee table and turn. Harper sits on the edge of the bed. Her hair is tied up in a ponytail. Her makeup is that smoky shit girls do around her eyes and her lips are painted red.

But fuck me.

Every piece of lingerie in that closet, Jack and I picked out. I’ve imagined how she’d look in each piece. But fuck. The black negligee is sheer. Her nipples poke at the thin material. Her skin is pale and her long legs are parted, showing off the black thong she’s wearing with it.

Her hands stroke over her silken thighs. The black is stark against the paleness of her skin. The bruises on her arm make the anger burn in my stomach and war with the building desire. Those assholes hurt her. She could have died. Part of me wants to hold her and another part wants to spank her until she won’t willingly give up her life for anyone else.

But that’s what makes Harper, Harper. Which makes me so fucking conflicted because I don’t want my girl to change.

She leans back on her arms and takes in a deep breath. “You guys can keep playing your game if you want.”

She glides her fingers down between her breasts and draws a line all the way to her belly. “I remember how to take care of myself.”

Her eyes meet mine with a wink and she kisses the air.

“You taught me well.”

My cock is hard and eager. Maybe a little too eager.

Jack chuckles darkly. “You gonna put on a show, sweetheart?”

“If you want to watch.” She shrugs and the strap falls down her shoulder, showing the creamy swell of her breast. “I just want to take care of this ache.”

We taught her how to put on a show for us, but usually one of us guided her through it. I don’t know about the others, but I’m curious what she’ll do for us on her own. How she’ll seduce us. I don’t think it will take much.

She gathers the hem of the nightie and slips her hand beneath it, trailing her finger along the edge of her panties. She sucks in a breath at her touch. Fuck, part of me is jealous that she’s the one touching her soft skin. I adjust my aching cock in my jeans to a more comfortable position.

When she sinks her fingers into her panties, I’m fascinated by the way her fingers slip between her lips. She arches her back as she teases her clit. Her eyes have darkened, and her mouth opens. Her flush of arousal works its way from her face down to the top of her chest.

“Show me how wet you are, princess.” Luke can’t stand not being in control.

None of us move. Waiting, anticipating. Wanting more but unsure how to claim it.

She shifts her hand down lower and whimpers as she thrusts a few times. It takes everything in me to stay here. To not walk over and pull her hand from her panties and take what’s mine.

She draws her hand out and holds her glistening fingers up to show us. Then she brings them to her red lips and takes them into her mouth, sucking that sweetness off.

I stifle a groan. It hasn’t been that long since I’ve had our girl. Friday night. But somehow it feels like it’s been forever.