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Clover teeters into the spotlight and blinks as if she can’t believe she’s really there, blasted by the attention of a roomful of horny lechers, before scanning the room for the exits.
As if the men surrounding her would let her leave now.
“Holy shit.” I don’t mean to hiss the curse, but it feels like someone’s knocked the wind out of me.
The girl is hauntingly beautiful. Well, woman. Though she’s young enough to be skirting the limit, I’m certain she’s not jailbait or Gunner wouldn’t have chosen her. He’s not risking his club for messing with anyone underage. But she’s fresh, untamed, and—apparently—inexperienced.
The energy radiating from her captivates me. Part trepidation and part defiance. All survival.
Her slumped posture certainly isn’t refined. Slightly defeated. But with the readiness of a scrappy fighter. Awkward—like a fawn taking its first uncoordinated steps—and gorgeous as fuck in mile-high heels and a skintight black dress I would love to rip from her with my teeth. She’s a seductive well of untapped potential and plenty of promise along with the slight chance she might go utterly feral on anyone who tries to trap her. Tame her.
A hazard I’m willing to risk.
Grant, Briggs, and I can handle it. Her.
Definitely not a turnoff. I shift in my seat, spreading my legs so there’s more room.
My knee bumps into Briggs’s. He snorts. “She’s definitely your type, Wesley.”
“And not yours?” I huff. “Yeah right.”
Curled auburn hair brushes her bare shoulders as her eyes dart around the crowd. Fiery red highlights blaze in the focused beam of the spotlight, revealing her true colors.
Is she evaluating us just as keenly?
Wondering who will claim her innocence and if they’ll be cruel or kind?
Her gaze swipes past mine then snaps back. Our stares lock.
She points her chin high, though there’s no fooling us. She’s scared shitless, but she’s ballsy and street-smart enough to do her best not to show it. A wise move in this shark-infested auditorium.
Still, I can practically read her desperate thoughts.Please buy me. Please help me.
The onyx dress hugging her almost too-slim, girlish figure creates a stark contrast against her porcelain skin. As I consider the crowd of old-money aristocrats surrounding us, I figure Grant, Briggs, and I must seem less like creepers than some of our elders ogling her.
“She’s going to be ours.” The certainty is the same as the one that punched me in the gut when I met Grant and Briggs at a frat party and we ended up triple-teaming the captain of the cheerleaders hours later. We haven’t been apart since.
“Shit.” Briggs groans. “This is going to get expensive quick.”
“I’m the CFO, let me worry about the bills.”
“What do we know about initiating virgins?” Grant hesitates. “We don’t go easy on our women, and I’m not starting tonight.”
“You think anyone else here will either?” Briggs sighs.
His protective instincts have been triggered. Good.
“If we don’t buy her, some of these other bastards will. That’s for damn sure. The only way to guarantee it’s done right is if we do it ourselves.” They accuse me of being too logical sometimes, but somebody has to think straight.
“Always the practical one.” Grant claps me on the shoulder. “Okay, I like it. Besides, we had a big win today. We deserve to let loose. Let’s do it.”
As if he hadn’t already made up his mind the moment Clover stepped on that stage.
Just like I did.
The three of us have always been into the same women. For different reasons, perhaps. What started out as a frat habit has turned into a lifestyle. These days, I can’t imagine seducing a woman without Grant’s charisma or Briggs’s physique to back me up.
Even aside from the deal we inked earlier, Gunner could have named his price.
