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He stared at me from where he leaned on the wall. “Promise me you aren’t going to try to follow us.”
I scowled back. Only partially because I had been planning to do exactly that. “I hate the big brother act.”
“That’s not why I’m protective of you.”
Something flickered low in my stomach at the change in his voice.
He crossed the space between us and put his finger beneath my chin. “I wouldn’t crawl into bed with my sister, Roach.”
“We weren’t doing anything.”
“I wanted to.”
My mouth dropped open. “What did you want to do?”
He smirked. “I’ve got to go deal with Caleb. So you’re going to have to wait until next time I crawl into your bed to find out.”
6
BLISS
It was two in the morning before I closed the door after the last guest left my sex club. I leaned back on the solid wood, my feet aching after being on them all night.
War got up from a couch and wandered over, immediately slipping his fingers to the back of my neck and rubbing out the tension that had formed there over the past five hours I’d been working. “You sure you don’t want to start your maternity leave yet, baby girl? None of us expect you to keep working. You know that, right?”
I smiled up at his familiar, handsome face so full of concern for me. “I know. But I’m only a few months pregnant. It’s too soon. I’ll go crazy just sitting at home all day while the three of you galivant around.”
“I could go on maternity leave too,” Scythe called from behind the bar. “I know many a way to keep you entertained all day. Most involve my tongue.”
War raised an eyebrow at me. “He makes a tempting offer, don’t you think?”
It was. Scythe was good with his tongue. All my guys were. But I already had that on tap. Between them, I could have a guy between my thighs twenty-four seven if I so desired.
Heat flared between my thighs at the thought.
War grinned like he could read my mind. “You need something from us, baby girl? I know that look on your face.”
I tried to school it into something a little less obvious. “It’s two in the morning. We need to get home.”
Nash glanced up from counting the money we’d taken that night. He had a thick wad of cash in his fist, which was a turn-on in itself. He grinned when he saw I’d noticed. “Good night. Very good, actually.” He tucked a rubber band around the bills and put it back into the register before he came around the other side of the counter, a playful grin on his bearded face. “Could make it an even better night if we want to hang out here for another hour or so.”
Scythe rolled his eyes. “Excuse me, but I’ll need more than an hour with her. Don’t taint me with your premature ejaculation problems, old man.”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Scythe loved nothing more than to rib on Nash, who had recently turned forty. We all knew Nash had no such problems.
But something gleamed in his eye anyway. “I do love when you lay down a challenge.”
Scythe winked at him before grabbing my wrist and drawing me into him.
I laughed. “Don’t use me as a pawn in your games. I’m going home and going to bed.”
Scythe stepped in closer so his breath tickled over my ear. “Give me five minutes to change your mind.” He kissed the side of my neck, soft and sexy.
Like they had a mind of their own, or one that only listened to Scythe’s commands, my nipples hardened.
I almost groaned in annoyance. I’d been ready for pajamas and bed.
But one whispered sentence, and all those plans went out the window.