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“Well,” Jaz says, finally pulling away and staring at me with wide eyes. “Maybe you’ll be having your own epic sex sessions.”

I bark out a very unsexy laugh and get to my feet. “I doubt it. I’m pretty sure Cole threatened Finn within an inch of his life.” I grab my old book bag from the closet and start filling it with clothes and essentials.

“What are you doing?” Jaz smirks. “You need to bring sexy stuff.” She immediately goes into my closet and starts pulling together all my “going out” shirts and pants. She even grabs my lingerie indulgences that I really had no business buying.

“What for?” I grumble after she starts shoving everything into the bag.

“Because,” she singsongs. “You should at least get something out of this. There’s something between you and Finn, and I say explore it.”

“Even if he’s been warned off me?”

“Especially if he’s been warned off you.” She cackles a little. Girl is having way too much fun with this.

“You’re kinky. I love it.”

“Everyone loves a forbidden romance,” she announces, then laughs again. “Imagine your brother’s face when you have Finn wrapped around your little finger.”

I don’t want to wrap anyone around my finger, I just want someone to do me. Is that too much to ask? Apparently. “His brother’s salty.”

“There’s always one.” She brushes my worry away and glances at the handful of my bras and panties in her hand before noticing the lack of space in my bag. “I’ll go get you another bag. Wait here.” She shoves everything into my chest, and I hold onto it as she slips from my room and into hers. It would be fun to try to woo Finn. He’s just so…ugh— “Just a moment,” Jaz calls out, interrupting my daydream striptease as she strides back in. She holds up a mammoth, pale pink tote bag with a zipper top. Excitement gleams in her eyes while she takes all of the sexy undergarments from my hands and throws them in the bag. Then, we search through my drawers for a pair of pajamas that border between sexy and comfortable before moving onto the bathroom to gather my toiletries.

When we emerge, Finn is leaning against the wall near the door. His head snaps up when he hears us enter the room, and he kicks off, coming to a standing position with his arms crossed over his chest. A lazy smile forms on his face. “You have a nice place.”

“Thanks,” Jaz and I say at the same time.

She helps pull the pink tote over my shoulder, and when she starts to help with the book bag, Finn steps up. “I’ll hold that.” He moves to the other one. “And this.”

Jaz looks between the two of us, barely containing a smile before throwing her arms around me. “I’m going to miss you.” She squeezes until her lips are right next to my ear. “You totally have this. Give it one day, and he’ll be kneeling between your legs.”

I stare at Finn over my friend’s shoulder. Something tells me he’s going to be a bigger nut to crack. And if his brother has anything to say about it, he’ll be trying to keep us apart somy brotherdoesn’t ruin them both.

Yeah, that’s what I’m working with here.

She squeezes me again and steps back. “Keep me updated.”

“Will do,” I say, giving her a mock salute. The three of us start down the narrow stairway. About halfway, I realize the light is on and peer over my shoulder at the working fixture. “Whoa. How the hell did that happen?”

“I fixed it while you were getting your things,” Finn says.

I grip the railing to keep from melting to goo right in front of him. Wow. That was sweet. “Thank you.”

He turns back around. “No problem. I wouldn’t want you to fall down the stairs and have Cole blame us instead of a blown lightbulb.”

“Ha. Ha.”

He chuckles to himself until we reach the bottom of the stairs. Holding the door open for me, he smiles until we’re heading back toward the bus stop. Jax checks his phone, grimacing. “We need to go right to the Ring.” Finn clears his throat, prompting his brother to glare at him. With more sarcasm than I knew he was capable off, Jax asks, “Is it okay with you, Leenie, if we go to the Ring first?” Insincerity colors his words, but it was nice to be asked all the same, and obviously, I know who to thank for that.

“That’s fine with me,” I agree. “Do you have a place I can change there?”

“Why would you—?”

Finn hits him. “Yes, we have a place. Whatever you want.”

I smile at him. “Great.”

The Ring is only a few blocks away from the apartment, so we head that way instead of toward the bus. They lead me around the desolate corner to a separate side entrance. A bouncer manning the door nods at them, and Finn introduces me, explaining that if he sees me, I’m welcome any time. I reach out my hand to shake his, and at least the guard has enough manners to greet me properly.

Through a maze of hallways that are much newer than the warehouse itself, Jax, Finn, and I finally step into a room with a horde of fighters in it, most of them in different stages of undress. Some wear whole training outfits while others just sport fight shorts. There are even a few in small, boxer-like, skintight bottoms, and I immediately need to know what Finn looks like in something like that. In fact, I can’t stop imagining him that I bowl right into his back when he suddenly stops in front of me.

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