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I knew exactly what he meant, but I wasn’t a pin up sex kitten.
“Look at me. It’s just a camera, and I’m behind it, right?” He peered out from around the lens. It’s just me looking at you.”
He was right. The camera wasn’t some raging beast that was trying to hurt me, or wound me. It was just him. Looking at me while I was wrapped in male stripper.
I tittered.
“There you go.” His face was once again consumed by the shuttered mons—camera and I started to relax. “Okay, now I want just Brant and Kieran.”
“Fine,” Austin huffed in faux indignation, but grinned. “That was too much sausage for me anyway.” He put one arm around Rosa and the other around Hollie.
I laughed.
Ryan continued to push us through a series of poses, each a bit more risqué than the last. I tried not to think about it—being pressed between them. They were both so strong and hard, a contrast to my softness.
Soon, I couldn’t tell who touched me where. It was all sensation—heat. And when I surrendered to it, everything changed. It was like turning on a light.
“There it is, that’s what I want.” Ryan praised me.
“You like this?” Brant whispered.
“We do,” Kieran said in my other ear.
They were trying to kill me.
In fact, I was sure I was dead. This was either heaven or hell, I didn’t know which. Maybe both.
“Now, just Kieran,” Ryan ordered.
This was supposed to be my shoot, but instead, it had turned into Ryan’s and I couldn’t find the wherewithal to care.
My limbs were pliable—boneless. I don’t think I could’ve stood on my own if I wanted to.
Kieran lifted me easily and I found myself on the hood of that damned car. He was posing me, moving me as he pleased and I let him. His hands were in my hair, sliding down my sides…
“Look at me, that’s right,” Ryan said.
Kieran positioned himself between my thighs and my self-respect was this tiny voice in the back of my head shrieking that everyone could see. But primal brain didn’t care. Primal brain just wanted Kieran to keep touching.
Kieran leaned into my neck, his breath teased the shell of my ear. “Tonight, you’re going to bring Brant home, and I know you’re going to fuck him.”
My lips parted and I gasped.
The shutter continued to snap away, capturing every moment as stark as any memory.
“But I’m not bringing April home. I’m going to be in my room, alone.”
I tightened my grip on his shoulders, as if that would make him stop talking. Whatever he said next, I couldn’t unhear, no matter what that meant for us.
For me.
For all of it.
He took my nails digging into his shoulders as tacit permission. “I’ll be listening to every sound that comes through those walls. Every gasp, every cry.”
Rather than looking at the camera now, I found myself watching Brant. I don’t know what I expected to see there, but it wasn’t the blatant arousal I recognized from our night together.
I clung tighter.
“Jesus, every woman on the planet is going to order something from Chubbalicious if it turns them into Claire,” Rosa half-whispered.
They were all watching me, rapt, but it seemed like they were so far away. Like another dimension, even April.
“—And I’m going to come in my hand wishing it was me.”
His words broke the spell. I shoved hard against his shoulders and he released me.
“Show’s over.” I hopped off the car and smoothed my hair.
“Those were some great shots. I can’t wait to show them to you,” Ryan said.
I couldn’t believe how calm he was, like Kieran hadn’t almost fucked me right there on the car. I took a deep, calming breath. Okay, so maybe he hadn’t almost fucked me, but it was creeping on carnal knowledge.
Why would he say that to me?
I bit the inside of my cheek hard when I tried to talk. It made me feel stupid, but it was probably a sign from the universe to just keep my mouth closed.
Now that imagery of Kieran, it would be in my head forever—of him alone in his room, stroking himself… I shivered.
I didn’t know what he was playing at, but we’d have to have that shit out directly. He couldn’t say those things to me, it wasn’t fair. Not unless he meant them.
Hell, what did it matter if he meant them? We’d never even so much as kissed and now he was telling me he was jerking off thinking about me? I wasn’t sure if I was flattered or offended. Maybe a little of both.
“Claire—”
I turned to look at him, he still had his shirt off, his jeans unbuttoned. My mouth went dry. “Who am I talking to? Kieran or Finn McCool?”
