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It’s weird to be here alone. I’ve gotten so used to the guys being around that when they’re not, this place seems too open and cold.

I’m sitting out back, enjoying the warmth of the summer and lounging by the pool.

“It’s a nice day today, so why do you look like someone kicked your puppy?” Maria’s voice pulls my attention away from mindlessly staring at the pool.

Lowering my glasses, I look up at her. “Feels like it sometimes,” I sigh, swinging my feet over the edge of the chair.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, sitting on the chair next to me.

“Would you believe me if I said it’s because I hate it here and wanna go home?”

She snorts out a laugh. “Never in a million years. You and I both know that's a big fat lie. I told you after you gave those boys a chance, you’d think differently about being here.”

I narrow my eyes at her, and she laughs again.

“Don’t even try to deny it. You are head over heels for those boys. Just as they are for you.”

“You don’t need to rub it in my face,” I grumble. “It’s bad enough I have to admit that I’m no longer upset about being kidnapped.”

“Were you ever, really?” she questions, raising a brow.

“I’m not going to answer that.” I raise a brow back.

“Oh, come on, Cove,” she laughs. “It’s okay to say you like it here. Maybe even love it here?” She gives me a knowing smile.

“Let’s not go that far.”

“So you’re telling me you don’t have feelings for the guys?”

“I feel like I want to throttle Shepherd half the time, does that count?”

“Seeing that it’s kind of like foreplay for the two of you, I’d say so,” she chuckles.

My cheeks heat as I look away because she’s not wrong. Something about fighting with any of the guys gets me all hot and bothered. It’s just that Shepherd is the only one who fights back.

Saint just gives me little smirks and lets me get my frustration out, and Maverick waits until I’m done before smothering me with his overbearing sweet side.

How the hell are these guys the same three guys who I walked in on murdering someone? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen their crazy side a few more times since, but it’s like they’re completely different men since I’ve gotten to know them.

Not going to lie, I kind of miss the dark and dangerous side of them. They said they were going to make all the fantasies I have in my journal come true, but a lot of them involve being manhandled, used, and treated like I’m nothing but a hole to fuck.

Sometimes a girl wants to be used, fucked roughly, without having to worry about any permanent emotional and physical damage.

Sometimes a girl just wants to be fucked in general.

I’m not complaining. The orgasms they’ve been giving me have been incredible. They sure as hell know how to use their fingers and mouths, that’s for sure.

I’ve done things with them that I’ve never done before or thought I’d ever be into. Like being fucked with a gun, or having my pussy eaten out during my time of the month. Both were terrifying and exhilarating.

I thought I’d feel awkward or gross, but the way Maverick looked at me, as if he was a starving lion and I was his next meal, helped ease any trepidation I felt.

He knew what he was doing, and he did it well. Seeing the blood on him, on his cock, and on me was more of a turn-on than I thought it would be.

I don’t think it’s something I’d let them all do. It felt like a special moment between Maverick and me, something just for the two of us.

It’s not going to be something I ask for, but if he initiates it, I won’t say no.

“What’s holding you back?” Maria asks, pulling me out of my distracted thoughts. “From saying fuck it and making those men yours?”