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“I want her on her back this time. I want to watch her face as I fuck her ass.”

Mills grinned, the expression almost strange on his normally intense face.

“Leave the ropes off for now, T. I think we should see how our dirty girl likes being held down by us as her ass is used for the first time tonight.”

Rea let out a needy whimper and any sense of restraint was gone. It seemed we’d met our match. The sweet little kitten in our bed for the night was just as kinky as we were. She proved it over and over again in more than a dozen positions that night. The last time she took all three of us at the same time, her abused body stretched tight around our cocks. When she came that time, it ended with her passing out.

The sun was already up when I pulled the blanket over her and stepped away. Our night was finished. Tempted as I was to leave my number, I stopped myself. One night. It wasn’t more. It couldn’t be.

CHAPTER 9

Reagan

One Year Later

The small bakery in Devil’s Den, a tiny town not too far from Dallas, or the club that had caused all of my current issues, was adorable. I’d appreciated it from outside the large windows or I wouldn’t have noticed a single thing because as soon as I stepped inside, every customer in the place swung around to look at me. And then froze.

I suddenly wished I’d brought Harley with me instead of Lucky. Harley would’ve happily gone to war for me if all the strangers gawking at me didn’t react well to my presence. Lucky might grow into a fierce protector, but right then, he was just a cranky three-month-old.

Not that the people gawking at me and Lucky had any reason to react badly to me. They had no clue who I was. Even a small place like Devil’s Den had to get people passing through. I wasn’t sure, though, judging by the way they were looking at me like I was an alien with three heads. I was starting to think it was a bad idea to show up to the first open business I saw.

No. I had to do what I came for. I straightened my shoulders, crossed my fingers, and hoped like hell that I hadn’t spent one night a year earlier with married men.

“I’m looking for Mills, Tate, and West Hellstone.”

Almost immediately the entire place erupted into chaos. Lucky let out a wail at the sudden commotion and his entire face turned red with anger as he let the world know he was pissed. Yeah, Lucky seemed to take after his fathers. At least what I knew of them made me think that. He sure as hell hadn’t gotten his stink face from me.

A redhead with beautiful green eyes came at me and when I shifted to protect Lucky from her, she froze and held up both hands.

“Oh, god! I’m so sorry! We’re acting nuts, aren’t we?”

Another redhead appeared beside her, eyes wide and smile wider.

“No fucking way. Our big brothers knocked you up, didn’t they? Holy shit. Sorry to freak you out. I’m Vera. This is Nellie. I’m losing it. Our holier than thou, self-righteous brothers went out and got someone pregnant. You’re stunning, by the way. What do you use on your hair? I’d kill for straight, shiny hair like yours. And your eyes. God. I’m going to have to use you in a book.”

I stammered and took a step back.

“Um…”

A third woman with a short, pink bob pushed past the talker.

“Vera. Stop. You’re scaring her. I’m Maxie. This is my bakery. Lucky for you, you showed up on opening day and I’ve got a ton of stuff for us to eat while you get settled and my sisters pester you with a million questions.”

I looked back at Vera.

“How did you know?”

“That those three got you pregnant?” She reached out and reverently touched Lucky’s foot. It earned her a scowl from him. “If you hadn’t asked about them it might’ve taken us a few seconds longer. But another one of our brothers has heterochromia. Our dad did, too. The same colors and everything. Plus, that scowl? That’s got Mills written all over it.”

I felt like a thousand-pound weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I’d been terrified the guys wouldn’t believe me. Why would they? The only things they knew about me were physical. They didn’t even know my name and yet, there I was, with a baby in tow.

“Oh, come on back, you poor thing.” Maxie wrapped her arm around my shoulder and led me through the still gawking crowd. She only stopped next to three big men to point out a beautifullittle boy. “This is Hank, our son, and my husbands, Arlo, Shepherd, and Rhett.”

I did a double take. Husbands?

Rhett, with an easy grin on his face, nodded at me.

“Yep. Husbands. Seems like all of the men around here like to work in groups to get our women. Wouldn’t have imagined Mills, Tate, and West, had it in them to share, though.”

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