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“You can’t tell anyone what we did today, got it?” I say, rolling out of bed and dragging off my wet jeans. My brothers would fucking murder me if they knew I’d been fingering up our little pet, the one who’s off limits to all of us.

Luna digs through the bag of clothes and pulls out pair of shorts. “Why do we have to keep everything a secret?”

“Because people tend to get jealous when everyone wants to fuck the same girl, and only one person does it.”

“What’s fuck?” she says.

“What we just did in the tub,” I say, throwing my long hair back and yanking on a fresh pair of jeans. “That’s finger-fucking.”

She nods, looking thoughtful and going way too fucking slow with dressing. Obviously she doesn’t get the urgency of the situation.

“What’s jealous?” she says, grabbing her hairbrush and brushing out her long tresses.

“Competitive. They want what you want, and they might fight you for it.”

More like tear out my stitches and leave me to bleed out.

“Like when the gators fight over fresh kill?”

“Exactly like that,” I say.

The motorcycles are getting closer, and we need to get out of the bedroom.

“Come on,” I say, grabbing her shoulders, pivoting her around, and urging her out of the bedroom. “You get into the kitchen, and I’ll put some music on in the front room. Pretend we’ve just been here learning more manners today.”

“What kind of manners? What should I say?” she says, trotting after me.

I rush into the living room and pick up a Pixie Dust album from Callan’s record collection. I fit it on the turntable and move the arm to gently place the needle on the vinyl. “Just say you learned how to act civilized in town. Don’t call it manners.”

Heavy metal blasts through the speakers, filling the room. I pull her close for a last quick embrace. “I promise, Luna,” I murmur into her hair. “If you keep this a secret, next time we’re alone, I’ll make you feel as good as you felt in the tub today. Deal?”

I release her as Warrick and Callan power up the driveway and park their beasts.

“Deal,” she says with a sexy little smile that makes my cock hard all over again and leaves me wondering if I’ve just made a deal with the devil. But, damn, if I have to piss off my brothers to get some more of Luna’s sweet little pussy, that’s a risk I’m willing to take. Now that I’ve gotten a glimpse of her pleasure, nothing can stop me from going back for more.

Chapter Twenty

Luna

I hurry around the kitchen trying to get something together that looks like I was making dinner before Callan and Warrick got home. They tromp into the house in their heavy work boots and grab beers from the fridge. My spine is stiff as I throw some wild lettuce and meat in a frying pan. I don’t like keeping things from them, but I don’t want Ethan to get in trouble, and I definitely want more of whatever he gave me today in the tub.

Callan and Warrick plunk their beers down on the table, the legs of their chairs scraping the floor as they drag them back and drop into them. Ethan strolls in like there’s not a secret in the world, grabs a beer, and joins them at the table.

“Would you look at us,” he says, popping the tab on his beer so it lets out a hiss. “Taking a load off while a fine woman makes us dinner. Never thought I’d see the day.”

“I’ve made dinner before,” I say.

“I feel downright domesticated,” Warrick says. I catch him watching me funny, and I quickly turn my back.

“What’d you get up to today, Luna?” Callan asks. He sounds casual, not mad, so that’s good.

“Just learning some manners,” I say, then remember Ethan said not to tell them that. This whole lying business is going to take practice. A tendril of smoke curls up from the pan, and I cuss, realizing I forgot to put in oil before the other stuff. I scrape frantically to get the lettuce off the bottom of the pan and throw a scoop of bacon grease under it.

When I turn away from the stove, Ethan is laughing silently. I glare at him.

Callan has his head raised, sniffing the air. Maybe he doesn’t like the burning smell.

“What kind of manners?” he says at last, sharing a look with Warrick that makes my heart jump.