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Survival tip #51 Carrots aren’t worth your life.
Survival tip #220 Don’t risk your men. No matter how pretty she is.
“Oh, sweetheart, it’s not safe anywhere. Didn’t you get the memo?”
Survival tip #12 Laugh lines can be deceptive. Sure, maybe this person is good humored and trustworthy. But maybe they laugh while they dismember corpses. Exercise caution.
“Twenty? Sweetheart, there are a lot of words I want to hear come out of that mouth, but that’s not one of them.”
Survival tip #38 Cheese = safety.
“In exchange for . . . ?” Lucky awards me a cheeky, dimpled grin. “The best orgasms of your life?”
“A librarian? You’re joking, right?” Something hotter, more intent, joins the twinkle in his eye. “That’s . . . Damn it, Dom. I want her. Gimme.”
“You think you’re ready to keep up with me?”
“Beau—” I begin. “Is the thought of it really so awful for you?” he asks, voice low and demanding. His eyes flick up and there’s a fire lit behind them, the gentleness gone. “Would it be so hard for you to give yourself to me?”
Nope. Not at all.
“Come with me, darlin’. You don’t belong out here,”
knew it!” Lucky grins, a godless glint in his eyes. “Eden could never resist temptation.” Beau snorts at Lucky. “That’s Eve, idiot. Didn’t your mama ever send you to Sunday school?”
“My mama had an upside-down cross hanging in her studio. Does that count?” Lucky waves off Beau’s rolled eyes. “Fine, I guess we’re going to plunder her secret gard—”
Survival tip #2 Don’t wait for the next bad thing to happen. Move on before it does.
“I’m a respectable gentleman, you know. I need to be wined and dined.”
Survival tip #230 Beautiful men make your brain fuzzy. Thinking is important. Abort!
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“I want . . . ” The words stall in my throat. I’m breathing embarrassingly hard. “Say yes, pet.”
“I told you I love it when you say my name, darlin’. Such a good girl.”
“Do you have any idea how good your pussy feels, darlin’?” he whispers roughly. “So tight. You’re dripping over my fingers, dirty girl. You’re going to come all over my lap, aren’t you? Jasper and I will take care of you.”
“Be a good girl, darlin’. Come for me,” Beau orders.
“I’ve changed my mind; she’s a perfect fit. I’d be pleased to have her,” Jasper says in a low, silky voice.
“Should I be picking you a nice bouquet to get my ass out of this doghouse?” He looks over at me and lifts a brow. “Or is this a fancy tennis bracelet kind of deal?”
“You know damn well I won’t wear a tennis bracelet.” Checking my MK 16, I add with a prim sniff, “Not without the matching earrings.”
“There,” he mocks. “Very fair. Reciprocal. See? I’m a fucking gentleman.”
“You got some real nice manners right here too, princess.”
“Or, if you’re as soaking wet as I reckon you are, you shut up with your good-girl protests and let me fuck you.
But Eden was never pure. I was made to be corrupted.
“Can you just cook the damn things instead of playing with them?” Dom barks, pacing the kitchen behind me with the charged energy of a panther lashing its tail. “Art. This is art, boss man. Don’t mess with it.
Now, normally I would say that letting your psychologist whip you until you come somewhat stretches the bounds of friendship—but lying to myself isn’t my kink.
“The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.”
“A simple, ‘Yes, Jasper’ will suffice, Eden.” His voice is cultured, casual. Rippling with the warning of a great white beneath the waves. “You might do well to teach her a few lessons before she comes to me, Lucien, since you’re fond of her.”
Laugh when it hurts. Tears will only dehydrate you.
Smooth, motherfucker. Smooth as asphalt.
Heart-on? I wish I gave him a heart-on.
The thought makes me sick. And hard. If only I had a psychologist to help work this shit out . . . Idiot.
“A dare?” I ask dryly. “What kind of dare?” Lucky’s wicked grin deepens, flashing that dimple at me. “How good’s your imagination?”
His expression softens at my smile, and he murmurs, “Good girl.”
“You know, the rear naked choke always ends differently in my head.”
“Did I or did I not see you writhing on the ground yourself just moments ago?” Jasper snipes. Lucky tilts his head as if puzzled. “Which time? I’ve been rolling around all night.”
Survival tip #111 Trust your doctor. They know what’s best for your body.
“Lucky?” I prompt. “Do you mind?” It does sound a lot like “fuck off” when I say it out loud like that. Lucky looks at me in surprise. “Oh! Of course. Sorry.” He leans up and kisses me on the cheek. “You’re beautiful too, Beau,” he says seriously.
“That’s very considerate of you,” I tell her, and start playing with the loose strands of her hair. Goosebumps lift the small hairs on her arms. “Gettin’ yourself prepared so we can all spread you out and fill you up with our cum.”
Survival tip #245 Find the biggest predator you can. Then hide behind them.
People are your biggest weakness. None more than yourself.
If you’re hunting big game, make sure you don’t get gored.
If they think the worst of you, be worse than that.
“For the record, I braid my own hair. Beau’s the only one with any skill at all, and he pretty much always refuses to help me.”
I need Beau to braid my hair now
“I manscape, dickhead.” “You manscape your dick head? Wow, you should talk to Beau about that. Pretty sure you’re not meant to have hair there.”
“Beau’s got no idea how to be mad—he was brought up too nice. He’ll sulk until he gets over it.”
