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I was going to have sex with men.

Yep.

That was definitely happening. And I was definitely one-hundred-percent happy about it.

Or maybe like. Ninety percent.

I mean, definitely at least thirty percent.

“Let the blow jobs commence!” I raised my hands like I was a music conductor at a symphony.

Whip trailed a finger down my chest.

I fought the urge to punch him.

He circled my belly button. “Why bother with blow jobs? Let’s go right to the good stuff. Roll over.”

Oh fuck. I had bitten off way more than I could chew. But I wasn’t going to admit that to them.

I rolled over and clenched my ass cheeks so tight it would have taken a crowbar to get them open.

I thought I heard Levi laugh, but I was so fixated on my buns of steel that I couldn’t be sure.

“Relax, X,” Whip soothed in a voice I’d never heard from him before but absolutely did not like the sound of. “We’ll warm you up. Fingers only at first.”

Oh, that was so much better than them just diving in dick first.

Not.

“Breathe,” Levi coached.

That was a good idea. I panted like I was in a birthing class. Short, sharp breaths.

Someone’s finger touched my asshole.

I jumped a mile and leaped off the bed. “Not gay! Definitely not gay!” I clutched my behind like it was on fire.

Whip, Violet, and Levi all dissolved into hysterical laughter.

It was Whip who practically drawled, “Yeah, you don’t say?”

I glared at him. “You knew I wasn’t gay for you?”

“You’re about as straight as an arrow, but who am I to tell you you can’t explore?”

My butt cheeks were so clenched they could have snapped a pencil in two. “I explored. Lost my map. Maybe got eaten by a lion. Which, by the way, would be preferable to either of you ever touching my ass again.”

Levi had tears of laughter watering his eyes. “Noted. But fuck, that was funny.”

I scowled at him, but I was saved by the bell when message tones started going off on our phones.

Levi, Whip, and I all went quiet.

Whip swore under his breath. “They’re the group phones, aren’t they?”

I was the closest to our bags, so I pulled mine out and read the message, my blood running cold. “We need to go back.” I looked up at them, my lips pressed into a thin line, all traces of laughter gone. “Another letter has been delivered.”

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