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Her face contorts, and she comes at me again.

I duck under her arm and run out of the room. As I descend the stairs, Clay is at the bottom wearing his security vest and a bandanna covering his face.

“Why are you not dressed yet? Nixie will murder you.”

I laugh. “Not before Vesper does. Move.”

I slip past him, turning to where Vesper stands at the top of the stairs while I shield myself behind Clay.

“Stop fucking around in my house,” he says to Vesper.

“How about you go suck a cock and admit you like it,” she snarks back.

I grab Clay by the hips and thrust my cock against him, but he moves his arm back and elbows me in the gut. I double over with an oomph as Brawley appears at the top of the staircase dressed in a black pair of boxing pants. My mouth waters at the sight, and my cock goes hard again. It would be embarrassing for most men, but I don’t care because my cock is a masterpiece. Let’s face it, most cocks are nothing much to look at, but mine—I could stare at it all day.

“Jesus, fuck, Vero, cover your damn dick,” Ares says, coming around the corner from the kitchen.

Shit, I need it to go down. Chicken nuggets—now I’m hungry. Burgers, fries, root beer floats, floating, drawing, holding someone underwater, death, death by paper cut, paper-cut princess.

“I’m going to talk to Nixie about the paper-cut princess. See you losers later!” I blurt out.

“Vero, are you forgetting something?” Ares asks. I look at him and he points to my nakedness.

“Right, can’t show Nixie what she is missing out on. Brawley, can you take your pet and go before it bites me?”

Vesper snaps her teeth at me as she comes down the stairs, and I move behind Ares. While he seems like the nicest of us all, he is far from it. He just keeps his demons hidden inside.

I grin as the front door slams behind her.

“Who the fuck is paper-cut princess?” Clay asks.

“None of your beeswax. I am not telling you, Mr. Fun Police.”

“Want me to tell Vesper your secret?” Clay warns me.

I glare at Clay. Surely he wouldn’t tell her I accidentally stood on her pet spider. The weirdo collects them, and it’s not my fault she lets some roam free in her house.

“Fine, it’s the girl you were following. I want her. She gets me.”

“No!”

Brawley comes down the stairs, then stops beside me and grabs the back of my hair. He yanks my head back and presses a kiss to my lips. “Behave. And Clay, I will fight you for her. What my man wants, he gets.”

Clay isn’t afraid to back down, but he won’t show weakness. While he can give Brawley a run for his money, my man can win, and I know it.

Clay looks between Brawley and me as Vesper bangs on the front door, yelling at Brawley to hurry and get better taste in men. Ares just stands beside us, amused; he is never involved in our antics, but he sure as fuck likes to watch.

“What’s in it for me when I kick your ass?”

Brawley chuckles. “You won’t.”

“If Clay wins, why don’t you let him fuck Vero while you watch,” Ares says with a smirk.

A deep growl rips from Brawley’s chest, and he lunges for Ares. Clay likes women, but I bet he would fuck me if only to piss Brawley off.

Clay smirks and rubs his chin. “Deal.”

“And you all think I’m fucked up in the head,” I say with a laugh.