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Maverick walks up a few steps and stops. When he turns around, the look on his face is pure anguish. “How do you think I felt at work today? Shit. I almost mauled her in the damn elevator. If it weren’t for James standing right there when the damn door opened, I might have.”

“James?” I scratch the side of my jaw, peering between the two of them. “Do you think that will be a problem? I don’t need him giving Kinsley a hard time because of us.”

Maverick shakes his head, dancing his fingers along the metal railing. “I don’t think so. He’s pretty loyal to us.”

I huff a laugh, passing the guys, and head up the stairs. “He has been; hopefully that doesn’t bite us in the ass.”

Brantley groans from behind me. “At least you assholes know what she feels like.”

“To be fair, we did extend an invitation.”

“I know.” He groans again. “But I want it to be different. I don’t want her to be with me out of obligation. I want her to come to me because she can’t stand to live another moment without me, us, by her side.”

“Or in her bed.”

“That too.”

“Who knew Brantley was so damn sentimental.” Maverick chuckles, unlocking the door to our floor and opening it for us.

Brantley stalks past him, glaring a hole in the side of his head. “Fuck off.”

“She’ll come around. Her brother loves us. Oh.” I point a finger in Brant’s face, giving him a pointed look. “Thanks for making me look like an epic jackass asking about his nuts.”

“You’re welcome.” He lifts a shoulder, unlocks his door, and just leaves us.

No, he’s the jackass; I’m sure of it.

“Well, I have to jerk off in the shower.” Maverick dances past me and pats me on the back. At least he touched me before touching himself and not the other way around.

Still.

“You don’t need to share everything about your life with me.”

He smiles and gestures to my semi-hard dick. “You aren’t going to do the same thing?”

I scoff, unlock my door, and glance at him over my shoulder. “Probably not in the shower.”

“Same difference. Just remember if you touch it too much, you’ll go blind.”

“Well, you can still see, so I think I’m okay.” I enter my apartment and head straight for my bedroom. My brother is right about one thing—we’re all going to have tennis elbow by the time this is all said and done.

Worth it, though.

And I know Kinsley wants us just as much as we want her. If I have to play a little dirty to get her to realize it, so be it.

THIRTY-EIGHT

Kinsley

I don’t knowwhat kind of game these guys are playing, but I’m not okay. Not at all. After they blue beaned me Monday night, they’ve been nothing but polite and professional. I know I’m the one who drew the line in the sand, but I take it back. I take it all back.

There’s only so many times a girl can play with herself and trust me, that newwellnesstoy has been working overtime.

But every night I go to sleep and dream about the three of them taking me, claiming me. I’m distracted at the office, forgetting things, and I hate it. I pride myself on doing a good job, and I feel like I’m fucking everything up.

After work is worse. They come over in their normal people clothes, bring my brother and I dinner, and act like everything is a-okay. But it’s not.

I’m not.

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