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“Oh, fuck no you don’t,” Mack shouts, hustling over to take her keys. “You can walk your ass upstairs or I can drive you home, but you are not getting behind the wheel of a car buzzed on booze and pissed as fuck. Not happening.”

“Fucking fine.” She growls. “Take me home to my place, then. I’m not staying here to listen to that. Them. Whatever.” Her words are already slurring together.

“How much did she have?” I ask Violet, who is watching everything unfold with her worried-mama face. I’ve seen the same look whenever Carter gets in the ring to spar with one of us. She doesn’t stop it, but she can’t keep the worry and the fear from showing on her face.

“Uh, four, I think.”

“Since Vincenzo was here, or since he left?” I ask, surprised. Sadie doesn’t like to get wasted when she’s here. She’ll have a beer or a cocktail once in a while, but she rarely drinks enough to actually get drunk. She says it’s because she doesn’t trust us not to take advantage of her drunken state and use it to learn all her secrets. But I think she doesn’t do it because she doesn’t trust herself around Hawk.

“Since Vincenzo left. That was her third and forth.”

“Fuck. Mack,” I call to get his attention. Sadie’s already swaying next to him. “She’s going to need a bucket, some meds, and some water. That was her fourth drink in less than an hour.”

“Shit,” he hisses. “Let’s go, sweetheart. Jayde, grab your stuff. You’re going to stay with her tonight.”

“Why do I have to go? I have class in the morning,” Jayde complains.

“How much have you had to drink?” Mack questions her, watching her movements, probably gauging if she can drive.

“I had one drink over three hours ago. I’ve been drinking water since.”

“She had two. But they were both over three hours ago. She should be good. I can follow behind her if you want,” Blake tells Mack. If she had a superpower, Jayde would burn holes into the side of Blake’s head right now.

“Yeah, all right. Let’s do that. Come on, Jayde. Let’s go.”

“Fucking hell,” Jayde whines, grabbing her purse and fishing for her keys. “Asshole.” She mumbles as she passes with Blake hot on her heels.

“Is it just me, or is this place full of sexual tension?” Violet asks, not the least bit concerned about who hears her. “My god. I half expect everyone to get naked and fuck it out.”

“Nah, that only happens on Saturday nights,” Skyler teases. Violet’s eyes go wide as she turns to me.

“She’s not serious, is she?”

“Depends on the Saturday night and who’s here,” I taunt.

“Oh, fuck no. We ain’t doing that. And you better not bring my son around it, either,” she sasses. “Sadie told me about the club girls and how they walk around in near undress and suck cock like it’s a fucking competition.”

I can’t hold back my laughter. Sadie is a crack up. When it comes to the club girls, she is not a fan.

Pulling Violet into my chest, I lean down and nuzzle her neck. “How about you and me go up to my room and work off some of our own sexual tension? I’ve got a few kinks I could use your help working out.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Violet

Waking up deliciously sore in all the right places is a new experience and one I am happily enjoying. The girls were right. My man is a beast in bed.

My man.

My lips curve as I stretch and let my new revelation wash over me when a tan, muscular arm tightens around my waist, holding me in place.

“What’s that smile about?” His deep morning timber rattles the warm, firm chest pressed against my back. My girly bits take notice, making my thighs clench. Declan’s hand, the one splayed over my stomach, descends slowly, lifting the edge of his t-shirt I slept in. When his fingers reach my pussy, he lets out a low, approving growl.

“I think it needs to be a rule that you don’t wear panties to bed—ever.” His fingers stroke in and out of me, soliciting a gush of wetness as his thumb circles my clit. The thrusts are slow, teasing, not quite enough to get me to the brink of orgasm. It’s frustrating, and the asshole knows it.

“Well, since I have a son who will be sleeping in the same house and could walk in on us at any time, I think I’ll keep my panties on. Most nights I sleep in pajama bottoms anyway.” Declan’s disgruntled huff makes me smile.

“First of all, he’s our son, and the bedroom door locks. He can learn to fucking knock before he enters. I want you bare, wet, and accessible when you’re sleeping in my bed.” My body stills, tense with emotion. Declan notices right away and rolls me over onto my back, covering my body with his.

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