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CHAPTER NINE

CONOR

“So…?” Finn draws out the word, making it beyond obvious that he’s dying of curiosity.

Annoyed, I turn my attention from the road and glance toward him in the rear of the Suburban. “So? What?”

“Don’t play cute and na?ve. It doesn’t suit you.” He shakes his head with a scowl, driving home his point. “You usually can’t wait to share every detail of your conquests, but it’s been days, and you haven’t so much as uttered a peep about those two gorgeous women.”

“The honeymoon phase over?” I ask, looking back at the traffic in front of us. “Cat not putting out day and night anymore so you need to get the details of my sex life?”

“Nope. I practically had to pull him off her to get him to come with us,” Liam chimes in from the backseat beside Finn.

“Fifteen minutes,” Finn huffs. “It was all I was fucking asking for. Maybe twenty.” The two of them bicker about Liam’s impatience and Finn’s lack of respect for other people’s time, and for a moment, I think I might have actually dodged this conversation.

The grumbling subsides, and Finn leans between the front seats, propping his elbows on the center console. I expect him to press the matter. Instead, he’s silent as Liam asks, “I’m not going to lie. A Domme and sub… both absolutely gorgeous. I really want to know how that played out.”

“You can’t be serious?” I bark. “When I fucked Layla, no one asked how two Doms went.”

“That’s because we were all listening outside the door,” Finn snickers, and I can’t help but wonder how truthful that statement actually is.

“The lot of you aren’t going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope,” Finn and Liam chorus, with Tristan now joining in from the seat beside me.

I shoot him a glare. “Really? You too?”

“You’re the one that brought up fucking my wife. Again.” He shrugs with a smirk. “You clearly brought this on yourself.”

“Fine,” I huff. “It was enjoyable, and we all left satisfied.”

“For fuck’s sake.” Finn rolls his eyes. “I could say the same fucking thing about breakfast. Give us the shit you know we’re asking for. Like, were you a good boy for Ms. Conrad?”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I snarl, slamming on the brakes and spinning around to face Finn. “Were you fucking listening outside the door?”

A shit-eating grins spreads across his face, and I realize he has clearly just pulled the upper hand with a good fucking guess. He cocks a brow and teasingly affirms, “Conor Evans is a good boy.”

“Watch yourself, Finn,” Tristan warns from the front seat. “From the look in his eyes, you’re one comment from pissing blood until next week.”

“Not even,” I mumble under my breath. “And don’t get shit twisted. Victoria had my hands wrapped around her throat as she submitted to me.” I let out a slow breath, my thoughts immediately drifting to the thump of her rapid pulse beneath my fingertips as Elena’s fingers drove her over the edge.

“Fuck…” Liam exclaims from the back seat. “You actually like the two of them, don’t you? We were all giving you shit about doing the fucking event to finally meet someone worth being serious about.”

Now you fucking tell me…

For the past week, the Victoria and Elena are the only fucking things I can think about. I’ve had more fucking threesomes than I count, but the two of them were more than I’ve ever even fantasized about. And with my vivid imagination about my brother’s wives, that’s saying a fucking lot. Victoria and Elena are individually striking—completely different from each other—making them an irresistible pair.

“You’re going to do something stupid and reckless, aren’t you?” Tristan asks, turning in his seat as he assesses me.

“What makes you think that?” I ire back, not needing a reply. The rules we made for the auction were strict and kept things from spiraling out of control. “I’m not naming names, but I have it on damn good authority that one someone else isn’t adhering to the ‘one night only’ rule.” I leave out the part about that couple not having even fucked yet—for my point, it’s vaguely irrelevant. We’re clearly breaking the rules out of temptation—one of us giving in and the other fighting it.

“Because you’re a fucking Evans,” he sighs. “Not one of us hasn’t done some stupid shit for a woman we barely knew. It’s fucking foolish, but none of us can stop you from pursuing her.”

“Them,” I correct him. “I’m not interested in one of them over the other.”

“Both?” Tristan raises a brow at my correction. “I guess that’s better than the scandal that would be if you broke up their happy home.”

“Fuck it!” Finn shouts, glancing at Liam. “If this asshole can give away half our empire, what’s a tiny rule about not fraternizing with the lovely ladies who bought you?”

“You’re so fucked,” Liam chuckles quietly behind me. “You think one woman had all of us down bad… Those beautiful women are going to fucking destroy you.”

“I want to keep fucking them, not marry them,” I huff, pulling into the parking spot and turning off the car.

When he slides from the back of the Suburban, Liam mumbles, “Yeah… That’s what the rest of us thought, too.”