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I held out a hand. “Come join me.”

“Ready to sleep?”

“No.” I got onto my knees. “I’m ready to suck your cock.”

“Damn, Bell.” I watched his cock jerk. “I shouldn’t get hard again so soon after the way I came downstairs.”

I bit my bottom lip. “I can get you hard again.” I watched the way his gaze zeroed in on my lips. “I’ve been dreaming about sucking you.”

Without hesitation, Beau climbed on the bed.

22

BELL

It was Saturday and the gym was full of noise. The chatter of excited kids and laughter echoed all around.

I smiled. Hard Burn was full of foster kids learning the basics of self-defense.

“All right.” Beau’s deep voice cut across the noise. “Let’s try those moves again.”

The eager kids got right into it. Some were boisterous, others quieter and more withdrawn. All the Fury brothers, along with Shay, Gio, and a few of Beau’s other trainers, were helping out. I watched Dante get down to eye level with a shy girl and coax a smile out of her. A few minutes later, the little girl was trying the moves beside him. I bet Dante Fury could persuade any woman—young or old—to try a lot of things.

My gaze moved to Beau. He was so patient, with all his focus on the kids. They knew they had his full attention.

At the back, I helped a few kids who needed a hand, then headed for the kitchen.

It was full of the Fury women. They were currently making enough sandwiches and hot dogs to feed an army or two.

“I can’t believe Kav bought a whiskey distillery,” the bubbly blonde, Macy, was saying.

We’d had quick introductions when they’d first arrived, so I knew Macy was Colt’s girlfriend, Mila belonged to Dante, and London was Kav’s girlfriend.

“He said it’ll be a good investment,” the gorgeous London with dark skin and dark hair said.

“And best of all, I get to throw an awesome party there,” Mila said.

London snorted. “You’re always ready to throw a party.”

Mila waggled her eyebrows. “And do it in style.”

“Hi,” I said from the doorway. “Do you need any help?”

The women all spun, holding knives covered in butter.

As they looked at me, I felt like a bug under a microscope. I fought the urge to shift uncomfortably. There was no way they could know that I was sleeping with Beau.

“Bell, right?” London said.

I nodded. “Right. And you’re London.”

She nodded.

“I’m Macy.” The blonde wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and came toward me. She gripped my arm and dragged me into the kitchen.

I looked over at the brunette. “You’re Mila. I saw your picture with Dante in the paper.”

She smiled. “Guilty as charged.”