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Kaleb rubbed at his stubbly jaw. “I don’t know if I’d say they melted, but they gave me a business card and told me to call them. So I did. It went from there.”

“Do you enjoy what you do?”

“Yeah. It’s challenging, but I like it. And I like that I can dictate my own hours. In the beginning, I didn’t expect it to be anything other than a side hustle. But it’s been pretty lucrative for me. Although my studio cost me an arm and a leg, it was absolutely worth the expense.”

“You don’t mind isolating yourself in there for hours on end?”

“Nah, I’m good with my own company.”

I fought an amused smile as I remembered something. “I heard you originally tried keeping a low profile but then some woman locked on you, hunted you down, and snapped all kinds of pictures of you. Is that true?”

His lips thinned. “Yes. How someone can become so obsessed with a voice that they’re determined to stalk the personin real life, I have no idea. She plastered pictures of me all over social media.”

Trace’s mouth curved. “He was offered modeling jobs and acting roles after that. He turned them all down.”

Kaleb shrugged. “Fame wasn’t something I ever craved. Though I’m grateful for my success, I do wish the limelight didn’t come with it. Your right to privacy ceases to exist.”

Trace gave a heavy nod, his smile fading. “It does. It’s one of the reasons I like the Vault so much. Fame means nothing there. Nor does fortune. Everyone is an equal, all there for the same reason.”

Kaleb squeezed my hip. “Speaking of the Vault … I booked a room for the three of us for tomorrow night. You’ll be there.”

I raised my brows. “I will?”

“You will. Now, I think we should chat some more.” He pursed his lips, palming my ass. “Want to hear about my external relatives? Some are rodeo riders. They’re quite interesting characters. Shall I tell you all about them?”

“Or … should we make you come?” Trace swooped forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

I inhaled sharply, threading my fingers through his hair. “You should definitely make me come.”

Kaleb squeezed my neglected breast. “Which do you want tonight, Trace—her pussy or her ass?”

“That’s a tough question.” Trace raked his teeth over my now-throbbing nipple. “Her pussy. I’ll have her ass in the morning before we go out for breakfast.”

I blinked. “Wait, what?”

Trace bit into the side of my breast. “I’ll have your ass in the morning.”

I shook my head. “Breakfast. You said we’d go out.”

He shrugged. “It’ll make a nice change.” He stood, fisted the back of his tee, and pulled it over his head. “Stand. Strip. Do it fast, Briar. Then you’re going to bend over and suck off Kaleb while I fuck you.”

“No making me come, though,” Kaleb told me as I slid off his lap. “I don’t plan on blowing my load until I’m buried deep in your ass.”

My pulse going mental, I took off my blouse. “Actually, my ass could do with a break.” Not really, but I did like to complain. They took me so much rougher and more mercilessly when I bitched at them. “Tonight, you’ll have to make do with my mouth so—”

A hand fisted my hair from behind and snatched my head back.

Ignoring my long hiss, Trace spoke into my ear. “Maybe you’ve forgotten that you don’t make those sorts of decisions. Let me remind you of something, baby girl: we’ll do whatever the fuck we want with you. Your ass gets a break whenwedecide it needs one, not you. If Kaleb wants to rail it here and now, that’s exactly what he’ll do. And if you’ve got an issue with that, well, there won’t be a whole lot you can do about it. Because I’ll be pinning you to the floor while he pounds his cock into your ass until you come so hard you scream.”

A short time later, that was exactly what happened.

Chapter Nine

“Casual, my arse,” scoffed Izzy, all but plonking her empty mug on my cherrywood coffee table. “Those blokes are proper into you, Briar. Don’t doubt it.”

I sighed, balancing my cup on the armrest of the overstuffed chair. “I trynotto doubt it, I really do. I try to be positive. But considering nothing has changed over the past two weeks other than we occasionally go out in public together …”

She grabbed the remote control and muted the widescreen TV. “Let’s review the situation. They don’t sleep with women more than once in a row, but they did with you. They don’t take women home with them, but they took you—”

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