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Tenderly, I give a reassuring squeeze to Victoria’s upper arm. With the things she has shared about her history, I can only imagine how vulnerable she feels. It was only a few short years ago that her entire family shunned her for openly dating a woman.The hypocritical, self-righteous bastards completely cut her off from the family, leaving her with nothing but her irrevocable trust fund.A measly hundred million dollars.I know she doesn’t need to worry about that here. My family and the members of the club—or virtually anyone in our lifestyle—would never judge our relationship the way her family would.

I open the door, letting them enter like the gentleman I am before walking in myself. Stepping between the two of them, they retake an arm each, and the people seated at the table beside us stare in our direction. “Let them all look as much as they want,” I murmur, my voice just loud enough for both of them to hear. “There isn’t a man in here who wouldn’t love to have you both draped over him.”

A sly grin tugs at my lips as we walk toward where my brothers usually sit near the bar, heads turning toward us as we make our way through the crowded lounge. There are whispers and gawking faces. They can gossip. They can all fucking stare. I am perfectly fine with it.

Victoria squeezes my arm, her lips curling into a small, teasing smile. “You look like you’re feeling a little too confident tonight,” she teases, her tone laced with amusement.

I laugh, my eyes flickering to hers. “Every staring set of eyes is wondering three things,cailín dáigh. How we fuck… Which of us is in charge… And if they’re going to get the pleasure of finding out this evening.”

“We didn’t discuss fucking at the club,” Victoria huffs.

Unable to hide my playful smirk, I rebuff, “We didn’t discussnotfucking at the club, either.”

Victoria rolls her eyes and shakes her head, clearly not amused, as Elena chuckles. She always enjoys my teasing—something she doesn’t indulge in herself.

I spot Finn at the bar, sitting with a drink and his usual cocky grin as he watches the scene unfolding in our wake. He raises an eyebrow as the three of us approach. “Well, well, well,” he muses, leaning back in his chair. “Being subtle about breaking this news, I see.”

“It’s not a big deal,” I lie. It’s a fuckinghugedeal. I couldn’t care less about announcing our relationship to the club. It’s my brothers—and their wives—I care about. We don’t hide shit from each other, and while they all know I’m sleeping with Elena and Victoria, I’ve been holding back how deep things have quickly become between us.

Finn stares at us as we cozy into an oversized chair for two, Elena on my lap and Victoria sitting on the arm with my hand resting on her hip. “What?” I gruff.

His eyes darting between Elena and Victoria, he jests, “Oh, nothing. Just wondering how the fuck you managed to convince not one but two women that you’re actually worth dating.”

“It’s his huge cock,” Victoria quips without missing a beat, causing Finn to erupt with laughter.

“I fucking like you.” Finn shakes his finger at Victoria. “You’re going to fit right with this family.” Learning that unlike her family, mine will accept us with open arms, his playful, warm-hearted statement causes a tiny smile to pull at her lips.

Elena, quieter and more reserved than Victoria, fidgets uncomfortably on my lap. My poor girl barely has a family of her own and Vic’s was completely unaccepting of her having anything to do with the Conrad name. Rubbing my hand along her thigh, I lean close and whisper into her ear, “They’re going to love you, too,cailín leanbh.” She nods with uncertainty. “Trust me.”

Turning to face me, I can see the worry written across her furrowed brow and slightly saddened eyes. “How do you know?”

“They’re going to love you”—I cup her face and stare deep into the dark, molten chocolate pools of her eyes—“because I love you.” Her eyes blow wide at my admission—words I’ve never spoken to a single woman that surprise even me, yet I want to profess them to both these amazing women.

“I love you,” she mutters, her eyes growing teary. I press my lips to hers softly, my tongue darting lightly between them as I squeeze Victoria’s hip. Pulling back from our kiss, I look at Victoria, who is watching us.

“Not just Elena.” I stare up at Victoria, lightly shaking my head. “I love both of you.” She doesn’t have the same reaction as Elena—she barely has a physical reaction at all, other than a tighter grasp on my hand. It’s not exactly the reaction you hope for, but with her… That subtle movement tells me what she’s not able to. As with everything, she will… if and when she’s ready.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

ELENA

ONE WEEK LATER

“Vic!” I shout her name through the apartment, echoed by my uncontrollable laughter. “Youhaveto come in here!”

Following the sound of my laughter, she rushes to the bedroom to find me standing beside the bed, tears streaming down my face as I struggle to breathe. She takes in the sight of me before seeing our collection of toys sprawled across the bed. More correctly, our new collection of toys.

Pulling open the drawer to entice Vic to play this afternoon, I found Conor’s handiwork. Every single dildo and vibrator we own has been replaced. The new ones all looking very familiar.

“Is that…” her voice trails off as she slowly walks from the threshold across the room to the bed. “He didn’t…” She lifts a flesh-colored silicone dildo from the bed to inspect it, her fingers running over steel of the King’s Crown piercing through the ridge of the head. She drops it to bed and lifts another… and another. Strap-ons. Double-ended dildos. Strapless dildos. Oneswith room for a bullet vibe and ones without. But all of them an exact replica of Conor.

Shaking her head with a look of disbelief on her face, she swipes my phone from my hand. Unlocking it, she quickly dials his number. The phone rings one before he answers, “Hel?—”

“Seriously, Conor?” she gaffs into the phone.

His roarish laugh echoes through the phone as though he knows exactly why she’s calling. “The two of you aren’t having nearly as much sex without me as I thought,” he chuckles. “Because I’ve been waiting for this call for days!”

Vic counts the toys scattered across the soft white duvet. “Sixteen copies of your cock… All with jewelry matching yours.” She shakes her head, gathering them all into a pile at the foot of the bed as I start to finally catch my breath from laughing so hard. “Was that really necessary?”

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