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Up. Down. Up. Down.

Finally, I felt my balls pull up, and I emptied into the condom.

It was the worst fuck of my life.

Pulling out of her, I tied the condom and got dressed. Taking it with me, I threw it away in a trashcan that I knew was safe. I wouldn’t give her a way to trap me.

My feet headed back to my room, but I turned towards Pretty’s door, on the off chance that he would know I was in the hallway and open it. What would I even say to him when I smelled of a woman? He wasn’t interested in sharing, and I couldn’t figure out how to get my head straight. I was bi, and the only person I wanted to be with was a man.

“One day,” I whispered and walked into my room, closing the door loudly so that he’d hear it through the walls.

Chapter 14

The Park Avenue Prince

Emily

“So?” my brother asked, his tone betraying his smile. Eric had been trying for over an hour to get me to tell them what had happened at the bar. He’d tried everything from sweet talking to bribery, but his game wouldn’t work this time. The women had welcomed me into their circle, and I would not betray their trust. Snitches got stitches, and I had a low pain tolerance.

“So?” I answered, using the same tone but smiling back at him. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize my place in the circle of trust. I wasn’t the weak link, and my brother had another thing coming if he thought I would bend to his demands. If something had happened that they needed to know, I would have had no problem telling them. The two most important men in my life were just being nosey.

“Did you have fun?” Tyler asked me, kissing the top of my head. I sat on the couch, curled up at his side. There would be a conversation later about the future, but for right now, I felt like a princess. I didn’t mind that my prince wore leather and a clubcut. All the puzzle pieces were clicking into place, and it just felt like the right time to explore what could be.

“I did, thanks.” I didn’t care how good his kisses were, he still wouldn’t weasel any information out of me.

“Am I supposed to ask what this is?” Eric pointed between Tyler and me, sitting opposite us.

I didn’t know how to respond to Eric. I’d been skeptical when he’d first told me he was prospecting for a motorcycle club. He had made it sound like it was just a group of guys who liked to ride bikes and throw the occasional party. Naively, I’d accepted that explanation at face value. However, when the women had informed me about the club’s cartel problem, a chill had run down my back. The thought that I could lose both of them made my stomach turn. I’d rather uproot my whole life just to be closer to them.

“It’s the start of something, and we’ll leave it at that.” I yawned, laying my head on Tyler’s chest. “What did you two do while we were gone?”

“Bitched. Drank. Bitched some more.” My brother raised his beer bottle and took a swig, letting out a loud belch when he was done.

“That’s sexy,” Tyler said, raising his bottle in a mock toast before taking a drink.

“You would never know that he went to etiquette school,” I chimed in, snuggling closer to Tyler as his arm tightened around my shoulders.

“What the fuck is etiquette school?” someone asked from around the pool table.

“‘The Park Avenue Prince’ over there spent three years learning how to speak clearly and with influence when dealing with men of equal stature.” I grinned, but then it became a full smile as I set my brother up to be teased.

“How do you do that, How?” I couldn’t have been happier that my brother was about to be roasted.

I watched as the good humor fell from Eric’s face. His eyes were blazing at me, but all I did was smile even wider back at him. His expression didn’t faze me. I was his little sister, and if he had left me alone, I would have done the same. Besides, he sucked at interrogations.

“How about I beat your ass, and we’ll call it lesson number one?” Eric called over his shoulder.

“Sound like you have a hot poker up your butt,” I chimed in, causing most of the brothers on this side of the room to look at me. I demonstrated. “You know. Pahk the cah at Hahvahd Yahd.”

It took them a minute, and then the room filled with laughter.

“I am going to enjoy having you around, Little How.” Op flopped down onto the end of the sofa near my feet.

“I am not coming back if you call me Little How,” I shot back. “I know we look similar from behind, but no.” I’d spent too many years in my brother’s shadow, and while we had a good relationship, I wasn’t answering to that. Now, if he called me Mrs. Zook, I’d consider it.

“Law. Nah, that won’t work. I am not good at these games.” Op scratched his head as he ran through a few other nicknames, discarding each one.

“What games?” Tyler asked him, looking confused.

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