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“Explain your game to me,” I bark, fighting the urge to throttle her.

Furrowing her brow, she sticks out her bottom lip. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that shit out there with Callan.” My head feels like I’m at sea about to walk the plank.

Shrugging her shoulder, she kicks off her high heels and plonks down on my bed. “What did I say?”

“What the fuck has gotten into you?” She’s been acting weird, extra jealous, reckless.

“Not you.” She guffaws, then stands and pulls down her skirt. “We can change that if you want.”

Hooking her thumbs into her panties, she pushes them down her legs and bites her lip, watching me for a reaction. It’s not the first time she’s tried to make things between us something more, but she’s never been this needy about it. It’s the first time I’ve seen her pussy. This stripping to get a reaction out of me is new. Roaming her body in a quick assessment, I snort. There’s a slimblack strip of pubic hair running down to the lips and a tattoo of boxing gloves on the mound.

Pointing to the ink, I raise a brow. Pres was a boxer when he was young. Still has a killer right hook.

“I can be devoted.” She reaches behind her and loosens the straps of her top, letting it drop to the floor at her feet. Round fake tits sit too high on her chest.

“It’s getting desperate, Claire.”

Sauntering toward me, she shoves at my chest until my back hits the door. “Why do you fight it so hard? You might like it.”

I have no doubt she’s a good fuck, but I’ve never been interested—and seeing her get railed by a man who is not only my pres but a father figure hasn’t helped.

Palming my cock through my jeans, she kisses a path up my neck, and I turn my head before she can reach my face. “I’ll make you feel so good. You won’t even remember your own name, let alonehers.” It’s a whispered promise.

My cock begins to harden from the friction. If I have to let Kitty move on, maybe I should too. It’s not like I can divorce Claire. I’m stuck with her. Dropping to her knees, she unzips my fly, and despite part of me trying to convince myself to let this happen, my brain screams that it’s a bad idea.

Urgent hands yank down my jeans to just below my ass cheeks. My dick springs free. Her petite hand closes around my length. “You’re fucking huge,” she moans, and I hate the sound of it.

“Don’t fucking talk. Just suck it.” Wide, ecstatic eyes dance up at me like she won a prize. Her lips close around the head, slurping like she’s trying to get ice up a straw. Kitty’s image burns in my mind. My head hits the wood panel behind me, and I grip a handful of her hair, pushing her down on my shaft. Teeth scrape up my cock, her head bobbing like there’s a spring in her neck.

Kitty’s smile, laughter, lips, tongue, her hot, wet pussy—a warm ache seeps into my spine and pulses through my cock. I’m going to cum. Tugging Claire’s head back, she releases me with a popping sound. I grip my cock and aim it down at her tits. White ribbons of cum spurt out, covering her chest, dripping off her peaked nipples. When the wave subsides, my teeth grit. She’s not fucking Kitty. Disgust settles in my gut and anger pounds in my head.

When I don’t move or say anything, Claire licks her lips and pushes a hand up my stomach. “What are you thinking?” she purrs, trying to be seductive.

On a heavy exhale, I push her hand away and tug my jeans up. Gripping the door handle, I open it. “I’m thinking I still remember my name.”

And I sure as shit remember Kitty’s.

CHAPTER 24

BAD FRIENDS

KITTY

“No fucking way!” Green jumps to his feet then sits back down in the next breath.

Rogue holds up her hands. “Beginner’s luck,” she defends, scooping the pile of cash across the tabletop toward her.

Turning his drunken glare to me, he accuses, “Have you been teaching her? Was this a setup?”

Paranoid asshole.

“No, you just suck.” I slap his arm when he tries to take some money back from her winnings.

“I bite,” she warns, snapping her teeth. Monster’s deep, dark laugh draws her eyes, a smirk curling her lips. Rogue has a tell, tapping her finger when she has good cards, but I thought it would be funnier watching Green squirm.

“The pack is unlucky,” he declares in a huff, folding his arms over his chest.

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