Page 46 of Crushing Clover

I wasn’t laughing anymore.

Chapter 11

Another evening of being cuffed to the couch in the restaurant’s office.

Another night chained at the foot of the bed while they banged each other’s brains out.

Frustration. Sleep.

A big body on top of mine in the dark. A big, thrusting cock. A hand over my mouth.

“Whoever orders the locking leather cuffs for our new pet, please order a collar to go with it,” Saint John said casually as he got dressed the next morning.

A collar? He was joking, right?

I examined the three of them, trying to guess who’d fucked me in the middle of the night for the second night in a row. Had it been the same guy?

“I’ll do it.” Rush ran his hands through his long, shaggy hair.

Saint John gave him a nod and silently untied me. Without even looking at me, he left the room.

The man hated me.

“I can take her shopping again, if you want,” Lucky offered. “I’m sure you have better things to do.”

“I’d like to get to know our little captive better.”

Lucky’s gaze lingered on me, almost as though he were disappointed.

“Lucky, you know you have to share your toys even when they’re new and shiny.”

“I’m not monopolizing her. I’ve done what Saint asked—no more, no less.”

Rush shook his head, as though he thought Lucky was funny. “Did you fuck her at the mall when you took her shopping?”

“Just a blowjob. No big deal,” he said sourly.

“And I know your knuckles didn’t get like that from beating her.” Rush clapped him on the shoulder. “I didn’t want to bring it up in front of Saint.”

“For fuck’s sake, Rush—you know me better than that,” Lucky groused. “Some asshole walked in on us and decided I should let him have a piece of her so he didn’t report us to security.”

“Justified, then. Don’t forget to stay in control of that temper.”

“I know,” Lucky grumbled.

“I’ll forgive the tone since you haven’t had coffee yet, but you watch your mouth.”

Lucky’s cheeks flushed, and his gaze drifted to me.

“I’m not going to pretend things aren’t what they are because she’s around—especially since she may be here long term.” He pulled Lucky close and kissed him, smoothing back his hair. “See? I don’t think it freaks her out.”

“Still.”

“What happens between the three of us—the four of us—stays between the four of us.” Rush gazed from Lucky to me. “Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied. Weird. I’d never had the urge to call someone sir before unless they were an old man I didn’t know.Rushton had a gravitas about him. “I don’t gossip, and even if I did…”

“You’d have no one to tell. Do you need another shower?” he asked dryly.

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