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The ride is smooth, the engine a low purr as we cruise.

“So,” I say, watching the city lights blur past. “How much did this thing cost you?”

Eli shrugs. “Enough.”

I raise a brow. “That’s not an answer.”

He smirks. “You can’t afford it.”

I roll my eyes. “Fuck off.”

Sienna giggles from the back. “This is entertaining. Don’t stop.”

We pull into a gas station, Eli parking by the pump. “Need anything?” he asks Sienna.

She shakes her head. “I’m good.”

Eli gets out to fill the tank.

I lean back, meeting her tired gaze. “You’re mine just as much as you are his.”

She shifts. “What are you talking about?”

“Do you like when I fuck you, Sienna?” I ask bluntly. Just because I fucked her earlier, doesn’t mean she’s going to admit it to me.

She crosses her arms, so I grin.

“I need an answer because your boyfriend out there is trying to claim you as his.”

She steals a glance at him and then meets my gaze. She leans forward and whispers, “As long as you never force me again, I don’t mind.”

I grab her face as she tries to pull away. I hold her in place, a smile playing on my lips. “If you’re going to be mine just as much as you are his, you need to know how I am.”

She tries to pull away, but I squeeze harder.

“I want what I want, baby,” I whisper softly against her lips and then kiss her.

To my surprise, she kisses me back, twirling her tongue with mine.

This kiss fucking seals it.

Now there’s no doubt in my mind.

Chapter 26

The diner is small, but it’s got charm. Old-school booths, that faint smell of syrup and fried chicken, and a neon sign that flickers like it’s working overtime. Caleb slides into the booth first, stretching his legs under the table like he owns the place. I drop in next to him, shifting a little because, yeah, I’m still sore. Eli sits across from us, looking like he’s barely holding it together.

A waitress, older, with a no-nonsense attitude, stops by with menus. “Y’all know what you want, or you need a minute?”

Caleb barely glances at the menu. “Chicken and waffles. Extra syrup.”

I skim the options, my stomach rumbling. “Same, but with vanilla ice cream and strawberries on top.”

Eli exhales, rubs a hand down his face. “Just coffee.”

While we wait, I pull the little white pill from my pocket and set it on the table to put the container away. It’s tiny, almost insignificant, but it carries weight. Caleb’s eyes flick to it, then to me.

He gestures toward the pill. “Bottoms up.”