Page 100 of Tangled Lies

“Stop looking at me confused. You’re the tallest of the four. Your shirts will be the longest. Give me your shirt, and I’ll make it into something a little less savior, a little more sinner.”

I unbuttoned the shirt without question. I didn’t fucking need it for the rest of the night anyway.

The fight inside was an underground event put on by some of the smaller bookies in town. In Vegas, you could make a living on others’ money, where everyone here wanted a fix, be it women, drugs, or an outlet like this. You just had to know where to find it, and once you did, you could always find the shady places. No one here would know us, and that’s what was wanted. Anonymity to beat the shit out of nobodies.

Margaux stripped out of the dress, handing the cardigan to Talon and the dress to Jett. She sat in a lacy bra, panties, and heels.

“Are you boys sure you want to go inside?”

I handed her the shirt, slowly letting every inch of her body burn itself into my brain.

“You need to stop looking at me like that if you do,” Margaux said.

“You’re the grand finale, princess,” Talon said as he helped her get the shirt on.

She smiled at him, and I was jealous of that look. My cock was already jumping at the chance to fuck her, but when she reached for the tie Talon wore? Fucking hell.

The thing took her seconds to untie but shit if she didn’t make it take far longer to pull it inch by inch from around his neck.

“If you say so, Talon.”

I had to close my mouth.

She tied the tie around her waist like a belt and it felt like all our brains rebooted.

“Will this work? It’s the best I’ve got.”

The shirt hit her mid-thigh from what I could tell, the strappy heels once looked tasteful and now? Fuck they would look better with her legs over my shoulders.

“I’ll take the silence as a yes.”

She knelt on the seat. She reached over and kissed Jett, pulling away when he got handsy.

Next, she leaned back and claimed Talon’s mouth.

Fuck, why was this so much hotter?

She pulled away from him, his hands on her waist as she shifted and practically climbed into my lap.

She grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me, and I let her.

She broke the kiss far too soon, but when she leaned over and grabbed the lapels of Ronan’s shirt and yanked him to her?

We’d never been jealous of each other. We’d never been selfish when it came to the others. We’d only ever had fights when it came to the family trying to tear us apart, using us against the other.

And she seemed to get it.

The soft skin of her thigh tempted me, and I let myself feel every inch of it.

When she pulled away from Ronan, no one in the car was blind to the way her cheeks were flushed. If I reached between her legs I was certain she would be wet.

“Okay. Now that it’s clear I’m in love with each of you and I’ve committed to memory exactly what it feels like to kiss each one of you, let’s go in.”

We all sat there for another few minutes, Jett the most obvious.

“You’re seriously a miracle. How do you even exist?” I asked, surprised by my own thoughts.

“Fuck, Margaux. You had to get me all hard and then pull the rug just like that?” Jett said.