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“No, I was just checking in to make sure the stylist wasn’t doing anything crazy,” Connor snapped. “I’ll be on my way. But, Emily, do anything ugly to your hair and I’ll bend you over that sink and fuck you in your ass,” he growled before leaving the bathroom.
“Emily, huh?” Liam moved, making the toilet seat creak. His question was hesitant and filled with disbelief. I realized Liam never knew my real name.
“Yep,” I answered, popping the ‘p’ at the end. Connor was the one who’d nicknamed me Penny and introduced me that way.
“It fits you. Do people at work or friends call you Em?” His endearing questions were fueling me with confidence.
“No, but you can call me Em if you want.” I looked over, feeling warmth spread to my face, wondering if this is what it would be like to go on a date with him. His attention was unfaltering from me, driving me to believe I was all that mattered to him for a small blip in time.
The hairdresser lifted me from the sink, wrapping the towel around my head. She rummaged through a tote, pulling out a round brush.
“I always wondered how hard it must be to live on the streets.” Liam looked absently at the wall in front of him before glancing at me with quizzical eyes.
“That is probably a common thing to wonder,” I dismissively answered, looking over my shoulder as the stylist combed out my knots. “Do you mind adding layers?”
“I think that is a great idea.” She beamed, preparing to cut my hair.
“If it were me, I don’t think I could do it. You are really strong for enduring it. Did you have someone to help you get through it?” he asked sympathetically, rubbing his smooth, freshly shaved jaw.
“No, I prefer to do things alone.” I looked forward, avoiding his pained expression. Pity wasn’t something I needed.
***
I twirled my soft strands through my calloused fingers in the kitchen as the stylist left. The office door clicked open, and Connor stepped out, slowly taking me in. His leisurely pace and quirked lips made electricity dance just under my skin. Biting on the inside of my lip, I gave him a slow twirl, making the dress flow around me.
Liam walked up behind me, trapping me between them. Connor stepped forward, running his hand through the loosely styled curls that framed my face. A wave of heat swirled around me, placing me in the eye of the storm. My throat tightened, and my hands shook with the urge to reach into the uproar’s destruction to get swept away.
Connor’s fingers dipped, running down my neck. An electric bolt shot through me. Liam pressed his chest against my back, clasping my hips, becoming the following thunder.
“This was meant for you,” Connor rasped, rubbing his fingertips over the dress’s fabric.
My held breath, coiled in my sternum like a snake waiting to latch on to its prize.
Liam hummed behind my ear, compelling me to tilt my head back against his chest. Their scent overwhelmed my senses as I took a gasping breath of air, making my chest press against Connor.
My straps fell down my arm as Liam ran his rough hands down, exposing the tops of my breasts more. My legs became weak, and I leaned further into them so I wouldn’t fall.
“Your face is flushed,Mo Cuishle,” Connor rasped, bowing his head to lick my collar bone. His heated tongue swiped over my skin, sending vibrations to my clit and core.
Liam’s breath washed over my neck, and I glanced over my shoulder to see him attentively surveying me. I steadied my expressions while wonder shot through me. Connor had been possessive of me last night when Liam had barely touched me. How could he let this happen? Flutters raked through me at the idea of playing with the snarling wolf. Taming the predator sometimes meant taking the risk of being bitten.
Wrapping my arm around the back of Liam’s neck made my back arch. Connor took my bait in seconds. His pupils dilated, and he clutched my face in his hands. His grip stung as he squeezed, pushing my lips out and forcing me to look at only him.
“Get out, Liam,” he snarled, not breaking his menacing leer.
My nerves grated, and my ears filled with white noise.
Check.
A low growl vibrated Connor’s chest, tingling my erect nipples. My sex clenched, and I moaned with desire for my predator's poisonous bite. Games were becoming my salvation, but hopefully, they didn’t lead to my damnation.
“Let’s show her body what it’s like to be worshiped by both of us. Like we did in high school,” Liam purred.
Connor clamped his sweaty palm against my wrist, pulling me away from Liam and pushing me to the side, making me fall to the floor.
Checkmate.
Forgetting, or not caring about my fall, Connor tugged Liam’s shirt and pulled him, snarling. The twins’ faces mimicked each other, turning the same shade of red. Liam threw his hands up in a show of defeat, and part of me pitied him for sending Connor’s wrath his way. This was a necessary experiment. It told me I had their attention more than I’d thought. Connor’s lust was a fleeting moment, anyway, and likely a similar game to what I was playing.
