Page 47 of Crushing Clover

“Yes, sir.”

“Did someone fuck you in the middle of the night again?”

I nodded.

“Who the fuck? Was it you, Lucky?”

“No.”

They eyed each other.

Hopefully, the question was rhetorical, because I didn’t have a clue.

“Wear something pretty,” Rush said, as though giving up on Lucky telling him the truth.

Lucky caught me by the hand and led me through the common area back up to his room. Saint John was cooking, and I could only imagine what he intended to make me eat today.

Hopefully not literal dog shit.

I’d expected to find the clothes we’d bought still dumped in the pile we’d left it in, but Lucky showed me that he’d hung everything in his big closet.

“When did you have time to do all this?” I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I woke up early this morning. The three of you were still out cold, so I thought I’d get this done. Your new underwear and lingerie are all washed. I gave you three drawers, too.” He pointed out which ones.

I never knew what to expect with this guy—kind, cruel, thoughtful, sweet, evil. He was chaos incarnate.

“Let’s get in the shower. If we’re not down there in time for breakfast, there’ll be hell to pay.”

He looked his fill, but behaved otherwise, despite his cock being ready for action.

When we were done, he wrapped me in a towel then dried himself off.

“Who do you think has been fucking you at night?” he asked, almost too innocently.

“I’m not sure.”

“You can’t tell the difference between the three of us in the dark?”

I shook my head. “I haven’t been here long enough for that.”

“Not even by dick size?” He unwrapped my towel and brushed his lips along my collarbone, making me shiver with pleasure.

“I keep getting woken up out of a dead sleep to find someone pushing into me. I don’t have time to wake up all the way, let alone think, and he doesn’t say anything. Besides, you’re all pretty evenly matched when it comes to…endowment. You’re all too fucking big.”

“Be grateful they haven’t tried to get into your ass yet.”

“Yeahhh. Thanks for taking two for the team,” I said, patting his shoulder as we headed for the bedroom and my half of the closet.

He gave me a speculative look. “I bet it’s Saint.”

“The man can’t stand me. Besides, if he wanted to do me, why would he wait for the middle of the night? Neither of you would stop him.”

He chose a micro-mini babydoll dress from the closet and laid it out on his pristinely made bed. “Maybe whoever it is likes keeping you off kilter.”

“Is it you?”

“Why would I hide it from you? I’m a pretty straightforward guy.” He shrugged, choosing a pair of panties and a bra from my newly assigned drawers. “Or maybe it’s a ghost.”

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