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chuffed softly. “I want to plug him before you get into full on pussycat mode, Kit. There one close by?”
    “Drawer under the bed.”
    It kept the housekeepers from flipping out.
    “Can you reach it for me, lady? I don’t want to slip out.”
    It was an enormous amount of fun to throw herself over Hank’s body and wiggle as she ‘searched’ for a nice, fat plug. Jonah’s laugh rang out, and he patted her ass.
    “Kit, you’re something else.”
    “I’m amazing.” And they knew it.
    “Mmm hmm. Slinky.” Hank’s words made her purr, and she used her abs to pull herself up, knowing that it would make both the boys rumbly. It worked, too. Both Hank and Jonah growled softly, the sound erotic as fuck.
    The plug was already warming in her hand and she felt a little like a magician’s assistant as she held it up. “Ta-da!”
    Jonah chuckled and dragged her in for a wild kiss, the pressure fierce and toothy, threatening to rev her up again. His fingers slid down her arm, taking the plug from her nerveless fingers. “Let me plug him so we can focus on what’s important.”
    The way he looked at her left no question as to what, or who, Jonah was referring. She wished she had her makeup on, so her heating cheeks wouldn’t show, but maybe that was the boys’ reward, knowing how much she wanted him.
    Jonah slicked the plug without fanfare, pressing it close to his cock where it disappeared inside Hank’s needy, swollen hole. He pulled and pushed in a single, graceful motion, stuffing Hank up.
    She applauded as he stood, and Jonah bowed. “Thank you, thank you. Let me clean up; I’ll be right back.”
    Olivia cuddled up next to Hank, her fingers on his belly. “So glad he could come and play. I wish he could stay.”
    “It’s against pack rules, lady. You, a bit, but me? I’m not even worth feeding to his kind.”
    She growled, deep in her throat. “You don’t think he thinks that about you, pup?”
    Jonah loved Hank, she knew it. As much as she did.
    “Of course not, but they’ll turn on him if he lets on that I’m… here.”
    “It’s not right.”
    “No.” That was Jonah, strong and sure. “But that’s how it is. If I don’t hide you, I won’t be able to protect you. The pack will come and destroy you both. If Hank’s lucky, that’s all they’ll do.”
    It didn’t make sense to her. Who the fuck cared anymore? Seriously? They were going to make a deal about… about what? They were different. They weren’t hurting anyone.
    They were loving each other.
    “Hey. Hey, shh.” Hank reached for them, stretching between them as he looked to make peace. “We are who we are. We found each other. How lucky is that?”
    Jonah stepped back, but not even he could deny that beseeching touch, and he stepped close enough to take Hank’s hand. “I hate this, boy.”
    “Sure you do, it sucks. What’s not to hate?” Hank drew him down, suddenly, surprisingly strong. “But we’re here and we’re safe. Together. Get it?”
    The growl in Hank’s chest made her smile. So adorable. So cute.
    “Laughing at me.” Hank kissed her, just a little hard, and Liv tangled her fingers in his hair, tugged him back to lay her open mouth on his bare throat.
    She wasn’t laughing. She was happy, dammit. She was happy, and she’d like to stay that way for longer than a weekend. She bit down, an unhappy sound in her throat.
    “Do you want me to go, Kit?” Jonah asked.
    “Of course I don’t, you shit.” She pounced him, next, rolling him on the bed. She was as strong as he was, one on one, and she wanted him to come to bed and be good.
    Jonah barked, grabbing her and tossing her across the bed. He was careful not to hurt her, the hands on her arms were almost gentle. Hank groaned for them, moving from headboard to footboard, obviously stressed.
    They needed this, though. The two of them, so she pounced again, launching into Jonah’s arms.
    This time she didn’t let him throw her; she clung like a burr,