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    “I will too if you don’t let me go, and I won’t be able to control it. Kitty, you have to let me go.”
    All his urgent tone does is turn me on more. “I want this.” I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore—can’t understand the magnitude of what I’m confessing. The consequences it will have. “I want this cock.”
    “ Fuck. ” He rubs my clit harder. Faster . . . “Tell me to take you somewhere and give it to you. You know you want it, Kira. You want that tight little pussy grabbing onto my cock.”
    I wish I could refute that.
    I want to demand he do exactly as he said.
    I’m too weak to do any of that.
    Biting into the back of his shoulder with all my strength, I swallow back a scream, falling apart, coming so hard my legs go numb as sensation arcs through me.
    And, oh God, I’m coming in a restaurant, in plain view of anyone that could happen to look, and I can’t stop fucking coming.
    So good. Yes. I bite down harder into his skin.
    Brayden yanks my hand off him. Tension shoots through his body.
    Even half-gone, I know what it means.
    Someone’s coming.
    The fear that my friends might see us jerks me upright. I stare down at my lap, trying to use my hair to hide my most likely flushed face.
    I reach for his hand, wrapping my fingers around his wrist to remove it from between my legs.
    A giggle.
    A sound I know very well. One that makes me sick to my stomach.
    My head jerks up at that evil, malicious, almost fucking witchy sound.
    “Hi, Brayden!” Jennifer stops at our table, her face glowing at the sight of him.
    I can’t stop hating her. Can’t get over it. I don’t think I’ve ever despised anyone as much as I despise her.
    Instead of pushing his hand away, I press it closer. It’s instinctual, a bitter impulse I have no control over. I don’t want him to forget it was my pussy he was just begging for.
    His hand snaps around my mound roughly, an utterly possessive grip that steals my breath.
    And then I realize why.
    Austin stops next to Jennifer, eyeing me and Brayden.
    I go weak, my hold on Brayden’s hand loosening.
    Austin’s hanging out with Jennifer?
    Nausea rolls inside me.
    Austin’s eyes meet mine, and guilt flashes in them. That is, until he looks away, locking eyes with Brayden.
    Both men size each other up, and if I didn’t feel so sick, I might be worried about them attacking each other.
    “What are you doing here, Brayden?” Jennifer doesn’t even try to distance herself from Austin before she smiles flirtatiously at Brayden.
    That fucking bitch. Is she trying to make Brayden jealous?
    Oh. My. God.
    The lack of space between her and Austin . . .
    They slept together again. Recently.
    Did he leave my house last night and go straight to her?
    Or did he seek her out this morning so he could bust his nut inside her?
    I stare straight at him, willing the answer to my silent questions out of him.
    Austin’s eyes momentarily find mine once more.
    More guilt.
    I’m going to throw up.
    “I’m hanging out with Kira,” Brayden says calmly, but his body vibrates with a silent fury that I can’t help but sense.
    Jennifer barely acknowledges me, but the disdain in her eyes is pretty fucking clear.
    Don’t worry, bitch. I feel the same way.
    “That’s so nice of you to make time to hang out with your sister.”
    I slide my eyes closed and count to ten. It does nothing.
    I fucking hope Austin said my name while fucking her.
    A petty, vicious thought, but the ugliness in her brings out the worst in me.
    When Brayden doesn’t respond to her snide little comment, Jennifer sidles up to Austin and links her arm with his.
    He lets her.
    Any lingering doubt vanishes.
    I asked him to leave last night and he ran to her.
    He slept with her again.
    She and I . . . we really are trading men back and forth.
    It’s fucking disgusting.
    So disgusting that it’s making me want to cry.
    I don’t want to trade men with her.
    I don’t want Austin now that he’s been