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 “Okay,
lemon drop, lay on your stomach.” Julian patted his table.

 Deanna
turned a glared on the guys, who quickly looked away, then lay down. She had
Julian help her remove my robe, so that all she was left wearing was her
low-riding jeans. Her top half was naked. Not that you could see anything…thank
goodness, or I wouldn’t be getting up there. Julian squirted some oil onto his
hands and rubbed them together. As soon as he placed them on Deanna's back and
started to work out her knots, she moaned low in her throat.

 “Jesus,”
Griz growled.

 I
grinned.

 “I
think I'm in the wrong job,” Pick said.

 I
looked to Blue; he wasn't looking at Deanna at all. His eyes were on me, and
once I'd turned to him, he said, “Looking forward to your turn, Babe.”

 I
blushed and had second thoughts about actually having a go.

 “Blue,”
Griz barked.

 Blue
smirked and shrugged his shoulders at Griz. “Can't help myself,” He said.

 Julian
worked Deanna for half an hour, then wrapped the robe back around her; as she
got up from the table, her eyes were hooded. That was when I noticed Griz
adjust himself in his pants. He so wanted her.

 “Come
on, french fry, your turn,” Julian said to me.

 “Um,
no. I think I'll be all right.” I gave him a small smile.

 “If
I had to do it, so fuckin' do you,” Deanna called from my room, where she was
probably getting ready to shower to remove the oil from her skin.

 “Unless
you want me to do it, baby,” Blue said.

 “You
are just askin' for it, dickhead,” Griz snapped.

 “It
could be the only chance I'll get to have my hands on her sweet skin,” Blue
commented like it meant nothing, his eyes on me, and my eyes were wide and
worried.

 Griz
elbowed him in the ribs and ordered, “Get your stupid ass outside, Wildcat
don't need that shit.” He turned back to Blue. “And Talon will fuckin' kill you
if you make this night crap for her.”

 Blue
flinched. “Sorry, babe.” He got up from the couch and left out the front door.

 “Don't
worry, Zara; he'll be all right. He'll still help out tonight,” Pick said.

 Was
I right to feel bad for Blue? A part of me said no, and then another part said
yes. What I didn't understand—even though they'd said some nice things about
me—and couldn't comprehend, was that both Talon and Blue thought that I was an
okay-type-of-gal.

 Maybe
they were high most of the time?

 That
was all I had to explain their interest in me.

An
hour later, I had worked out that Julian was actually a god, and I wanted to
chop off his hands and sell them on eBay. I could have made millions. But
because I couldn't do that, I had a shower after my near-orgasmic massage, and
was now dressed in a long black and grey striped skirt, combat boots, and a black
tee that read 'Rock On.' I put some make-up on and gunk in my hair to control
the frizz. I piled it up, with the help of many bobby pins, on the top of my
head—only Julian had to have his way and place a few ringlets hanging down. He
was dressed in dark blue jeans and a teal-coloured shirt; Deanna looked
wonderful in tight black pants and a silky grey shirt. What we were dressed up
for, I didn't have a clue, but once I started on my third cocktail, I didn't
care. It was while I was on that third cocktail and fifth shot that I broke
down crying when Julian mentioned my parents. Then I went from grieving to
flat-out pissed off.

 To
say the least, I was so happy I had Deanna and Julian there to fuel my fire
inside. We yelled and screamed. I quivered a bit, and then whispered my worries
to them both as we sat at the kitchen table.

 Then
I announced, “You know what? We missin' one of me gal's 'ere. I'm gonna ring
Vi.”

 “We
'on't need dat bitch,” Deanna said. She was a little drunk.

 Okay,
we all were.

 “Deanna,”
I sighed. “Honey lumpkin, you need to learn to play nice with others. I lov'
ya, but life is all 'bout expanding. Look at me, I have a hot biker boyfriend,
who I so want to have sex with—”

 “Fuckin'
hell,” Griz growled from the lounge room.

 “You
said it, brother,” Blue griped.

 “They're
kinda funny,” Pick said.

 “Don't
listen in then, punks,” Deanna yelled at them.

 “Yeah!”
Julian yelled as well. “Go on, cock ring, and ring her.”

 Julian's
cute pet names, I noticed once he was drunk, turned dirty.

 I
reached for the phone on the kitchen bench and said, “All right, I'm gonna do
it.”
After a long drink of water.

 I
rang her mobile number; on the third ring, she picked up.

 “‘Low,”
she said

 “Why
‘ello there, Miss Marcus. You know I really should have taken notice of your
last name more because it’s just like Talon’s.”

 “Zara?”

 “Yeah?”

 “Are
you drunk?” I could hear the smile in her voice.

 “Maybe
a wee little bit, and I thought, I’m having a few drinks with Deanna and
Julian, and I was missing someone, and that someone was you. Now get your
behind here and drink with us,” I ordered.

 “I
doubt Barbie wants me there—”

 “Oh,
don't mind her, she's all full of shit bein' a hater.”

 “No,
I'm not,” Deanna yelled beside me. I shoved her. She teetered in her chair
about to fall—and I would have laughed my ass off—but then she regained her
balance.

 “I
can't, anyway,” Violet said. “I'm still at work and I've got some filing to
finish.”

 “Hmm.”
I thought for a second and then slapped the table with my hand. “I've got it.
We'll come to you.”

 “Yay,
an outing. Ooh, I've got to get my shoes.” Julian ran from the kitchen yelling,
“Has anyone seen my shoes? We're going out.”

 “Like
fuck,” Griz barked.

 “I
don't think you should do that, Zee. Someone doesn't sound happy about it on
your end,” Vi said.

 “Oh,
pish posh. Leave them to me. See you soon, hun, and we'll bring some grog.” I
hung up before she could complain about my idea.

 Griz,
Pick and Blue stomped into the kitchen. They all looked good enough to eat,
standing there in jeans, biker boots, and tight tees, with their arms crossed
over their chests.

 “You
know,” I began, “you guys are pretty good looking.”

 “You
ain't charming us into doin' this shit, Wildcat,” Griz said. His dark-blue gaze
shifted from me to Deanna and narrowed.

 “What?
Don't look like that at me; it wasn't my idea. Still, it's a good one. We need
to get out. No, scratch that, Zee needs to get out, have stress-fuckin'-free
fun. It's what her boss man would want for her.”

 “Hey,
yeah. Good point there.” I nodded. “Call my sex-on-legs man; see what he says.”

 Griz
stalked into the lounge; his voice was low enough we couldn't hear what was
being said, but he sounded outraged. Looked to me like I was going to get my
way. I grinned.

 “Hell,
baby, this is a bad idea, but you knew Talon'd let this fly for you,” Blue
commented.

 I
shrugged and tried to not look so pleased.

 “Makes
me kind of thankful it ain't me dealing with this shit. If you were my woman, I
wouldn't allow this.”

 I
bit my bottom lip between my teeth.

 “Nah,
I'm still fucking jealous.” He walked off as Griz came in.

 “Let's
roll then.” He turned to Pick. “Go get your vehicle; you and Blue follow—”

 Julian
ran into the room saying, “Found them, thunder cunts.They were under the bed.”

 “Julian
Jacob, do not say that word around me again,” I snapped.

 “Sorry,
pussy flaps.” He smiled sweetly. I rolled my eyes, and Deanna burst out
laughing.

 “You
three are with me,” Griz ordered.

 Excitement
ran throughout my body; I couldn't keep still in the car on the way to work,
which wasn't far. Really, we could have walked, but I wasn't going to push that
idea. Deanna sat in the front of the tough-looking black Chrysler next to Griz;
Julian was in the back with me. We kept looking at each other, smiling and giggling.

 We
pulled up to the office and I got out juggling a bottle of Tequila, a bottle of
bourbon, and a cocktail shaker. Julian was carrying the glasses for us to use
because I knew there were none at the office, well, besides coffee cups. But
that just wasn't going to happen.

Griz
came around the front of the car and barked, “Next time, you wait till I'm
outta the car and the boys have pulled up and got out as well.”

 “Sorry,
Griz,” I said in a little girl’s voice. Julian and Deanna laughed. Griz's eyes
narrowed.

It
turned out to be a great idea of mine. Violet was a great person usually, but a
hoot when she was tipsy. We were surrounding her desk, sitting in our own
chairs, talking and laughing about our first time experiences in sex. The guys
were sitting back a bit, pretending not to listen as they played cards.

 “It
wasn't until I met Travis that I was introduced to receiving it hard. God, I
loved it when he used to pound into me, and let me tell you, he was huge.
Delicious.” Vi licked her lips and grinned from the memory.

 “Christ,”
Blue swore.

 “I
think I need a smoke after that,” Julian said. We all laughed.

 “What
about you, Barbie?”

 “The
best time I've ever had sex was when—”

 “Enough,”
Griz growled. “I don't wanna hear any more of this shit.”

 “Aw,
but we haven't got to my turn yet,” Julian moaned.

 “No
offense, man, but we had to hear about your first time; that was enough,” Pick
said.

 “You
know what?” I asked the room.

 Vi,
Deanna, and Julian all asked ‘what?’ back at the same time, causing us to laugh
again.

 “I
need music.”

 “Yeah,
that'd be a grand idea. I want to dance.” Violet smiled, but then it quickly
faded. “But I haven't got anything here to listen to it on.”

 “Not
even a radio?” Julian asked.

 “Nope.
But hey, there's a bar just down the road—”

 “Fuck
no,” Blue said.

 “Yes.
Yes, I like that idea.” I clapped. “Come on, guys; it's just down the road,
like five places away; we can walk. Nothing’s gonna happen.”