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HANK
“Where is she?” I asked, wiping my eyes and realizing I was in bed with Charlie. Only Charlie. And we were naked. I didn’t give a s**t if he saw my balls, or if he watched while I pleasured our woman, but that was as far as it went. If we were going to sleep without Grace, I had my own bedroom.
I climbed from the bed, grabbed my pants from the floor. I didn’t bother with a shirt, only fastened one button so they’d stay on my hips. The sun was up, but by the angle, it was still early.
Hank rolled over. “f**k, maybe she’s making breakfast.”
“We don’t even know if she cooks,” I countered. “I don’t smell coffee, or bacon.”
My stomach rumbled at the idea. We’d all worked up an appetite all night, taking her again and again. And the thought of what we’d done with her made my c**k h
