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end of the hallway, I see I’m too late. Easy is on the stairs and his eyes light up when he spots us. A quick glance takes in our clasped hands, his claiming cuff on her wrist, and my still very evident erection. “Starting without me?”
    Shit. I rub a hand over my short cropped hair. “Annie was just leaving.”
    “Actually, I wasn’t. I thought we were going somewhere to talk.”
    “Sounds like a plan to me, Little Red. How about we go upstairs?”
    “There’s another floor here?” she asks.
    I’m not sure how it happens but Easy separates us and leads Annie upstairs, acting like a fucking tour director as he explains the layout of the granary. I want to yell at him that she’s dangerous, that she’ll ruin me. But I follow them both because I’m already caught. She’s got me by the balls and the fucking irony is that she doesn’t even know it.

Chapter Six
    Annie
    O n Thursday I can’t concentrate. The images of the girls dancing and the threesome in the corner of the room haunt me, not to mention the feel of Michigan’s big body behind me driving me crazy. I can’t stop thinking about the men and being pressed between both bodies. I know the word for it. Ménage . Michigan is right when he implies that I barely know enough about one-on-one sex to be able to handle the two of them. But it’s the two of them I want.
    That every fantasy I could dream up could be fulfilled makes me dazed and I end up making several errors in the bulletin for the Sunday service before I finally produce one that Father approves.
    “Is there something wrong, Annie?” he asks when I bring him the third version for review. “You seem very distracted.”
    “No, just tired,” I lie. “I stayed up late and watched movies.”
    He harrumphs. “You’re an adult but still my child. The things that you see on television these days are an abomination. ‘Woe to those who go to great depths to hide their plans from the LORD, who do their work in darkness and think, "Who sees us? Who will know?” ’ ”
    “Yes, well, it’s only television. I’m not going to be casting spells or anything.” And network television at that. The movies late night television shows are far milder than anything that goes on in my own head.
    Neither man has touched me in a sexual manner. Easy wanted to. When we sat in one of those rooms upstairs, he told me what he wanted to do to me in graphic detail.
    I want to kiss you all over from your forehead to your toes and every spot in between. I want to suck on your tits until you come around my cock. I want to eat you while you’re sucking on Michigan’s dick. I want us all to fuck and come until we’re blind and stupid. And then I want to do it all over again.
    I hear Michigan too.
    She’s never even stuck her finger inside herself, man. What are you doing?
    Easy didn’t stop looking at me. He wanted me to know that it was my decision. As he escorted me out of the club, he’d said Michigan was scared and to cut him some slack.
    When I get to the library, I’m in desperate need of counsel. I am inexperienced so I don’t know if Michigan’s obvious arousal means he wants me or if he was just turned on by what we were watching. The pheromone level was real high in that room.
    I don’t want to show up at Easy’s place and have the same kind of mixed up reception. Unfortunately we’re so busy that I’m not able to get Pippa alone until close to quitting time.
    “Are you friendly with all the Death Lords?” I ask my boss.
    She purses her lips and gives me a considering glance. I know she’s weighing how much she can share with me. “Not all of them. I’m getting to know them slowly. Judge takes me by the club every so often and everyone is really respectful but he’s the president and so long as he approves, I feel like they’ll approve.”
    “What about Easy?”
    “The Sergeant at Arms? He’s a good guy. I find him to be good humored and openly affectionate with his brothers. Michigan