Page 87 of Captive of Outlaws

“And I don’t even knowhowI’d choose,” I interrupt.

“That’s what I’m saying.” Rob smiles his wicked half-smile. “Don’t.”

“Don’t...”

“Don’t choose,” he says. “We already swore an oath to share everything—didn’t we, boys?”

The other three nod.

“So, if you want it that way...it can be that way,” Rob finishes.

My eyes feel huge. I’m honestly lost for words. So, okay, chill, just live with four hot guys and have mind-blowing sex with any or all of them—except LJ, I guess—whenever, with no jealousy or hurt feelings?

It sounds impossible. But it also sounds so damn good.

“Sorry,” I say, feeling the heat spread over my cheeks again and covering my face. I’m just—”

“You don’t need to be embarrassed,” Rob says. “Does she?”

“No.” Will stands up, gestures for me to come close. “C’mere, greasemonkey.”

To my surprise, I do. I bury myself in his chest, let his arms wrap around me.

“Did you like it?” he murmurs into my ear. “What we did last night?”

I nod, my hair brushing against the buttons of his shirt.

“Good.” He strokes the back of my head, then gently pushes me a few inches away to look in my eyes. “So there’s nothing to feel weird about.” He smiles, and hooks a finger under my chin. “May I?”

My heartbeat flutters, and I nod. Will leans in, smooth and swift, and kisses me, brisk, hot, and forceful.

When we break apart, Rob takes me by the waist.

And kisses me, too.

His is rougher, firmer, but just as good. Still warms me to my core, sends the chills skittering over my skin. Just...different.

I gasp a little as our lips part.

Rob smiles, and so does Will, and Tuck.

LJ stares out the window, as if he’s ignoring us.

And I’m not going to lie: that hurts.

“LJ.” Rob turns to him, holding my hand in his. “I want to make something clear, here. You don’t have to do shit with Maren unless you consent to it,exceptprotect her. Okay? That’s not negotiable.”

Silence.

“You’ve said yourself you’d do as much,” Rob goes on. “And weoweher our protection.” He lets that last line linger a long, long beat. “Got it?”

Finally, LJ nods.

Rob turns to me. “We’ll keep you safe, Maren,” Rob says. “I promise you.”

“Trust us,” Tuck adds. “We know what we’re doing.”

“You’d fucking better,” I mutter. “Because I sure as hell don’t.”

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