Chapter 35

Olivia

My phone rings right after breakfast, and it's Bre.

"Hey! I've been getting worried. But the lawyer told Kipp you had to wait a bit to see a judge," I ramble, not even letting her get a word in.

"Yeah. I spent two nights in the clink. I'm pretty much a hardened criminal now. Had to sell my panties to get some commissary money, like those hot bitches in Orange is the New Black." She laughs.

"Seriously, though. Are you okay? Crowley told Kipp that you won't have a trial until after Van's and then the charges should be dropped because it's Barbi and you don't have any priors."

"He told me the same thing. I'm not worried. I made the choice to beat her face into the clothing rack. I'll live with the consequences. I model for smutty book covers and write erotic romance books. I doubt anyone will care if I kicked the ass of a rapist. "

This is just like Bre. Shrug shit off while I panic for the both of us. It's why our friendship works.

"But guess what else?" she continues, barely pausing to breathe. "There was this insanely hot officer who took my prints."

My eyes go wide. "So you're trying to pick up men behind bars now, huh?"

Bre's voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, even though I'm sure she's alone. "I managed to finagle a date with him."

"No way! How did you pull that off?" I ask, amazed at her audacity.

"He was putty in my hands." Bre laughs. "I told him to bring some friends too because I wanted a harem of men to fuck and treat me like a queen—just like my bestie," she cackles.

"What did he say?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.

"He said he has a twin brother who's a fireman and a roommate who's a PT in an outpatient clinic. And get this, we have a date this weekend!"

I burst out laughing. "Only you, Bre. Only you could turn a stay in jail into a triple date scenario."

"Right?" She giggles. "Maybe if it goes well, we can all double date. Though, is it truly a double date if there are multiples in the relationship?"

I shake my head, smiling at her antics. "I guess we'll find out."

"Enough about me," she says. "How is Van? Is he upset? Are we ready for the upcoming trial?"

My tone shifts slightly, becoming more serious. "Van's fine. Barbi was issued a restraining order until the verdict comes in."

"That's probably for the best," she says, trying to sound reassuring. "What are you wearing for the trial?" she asks.

"I don't know," I confess. "Probably just something simple, but business formal. I do have a fancy skirt suit set I've never worn."

"Ooh, I have black slacks with pearls on the pockets," Bre adds.

"Yes! That's what we're wearing," I declare, laughing.

We chat a bit more before hanging up, and I turn to the guys lounging in the living room. "That was Bre. She's good, even met a cop at the jail who's taking her out."

Van chuckles. "Leave it to Bre."

"She's really something else, isn't she?" Kipp asks.

"She is," I grin. "I'm gonna go read for a bit now that I know she's home and safe." I head to the guys' room, crawl into bed, and open the Kindle app on my phone, ready to read a new thriller I saw on Instagram. Reviews for Home is Where the Bodies Are say it's a gripping read, full of suspense and unexpected twists. But as I turn the pages, my mind keeps drifting back to Bre and her latest escapade.

The thought of her with the hot officer and his friends makes me smile. Bre has always been the adventurous one, and it seems she's outdone herself this time. I can't wait to hear all the details of her date.

Hours pass in a blur of pages and plot twists until the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow through the bedroom window. I stretch, feeling the pleasant ache of a day spent lost in a good book. My phone buzzes, and I see a message from Bre.

Bre: Hey, guess what? The officer just texted me. He wants to meet up tonight.

I grin, typing back a quick response.

Me: Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Bre: You guys wanna come with? Make sure I'm not murdered.

I glance at the clock. That gives me a couple of hours to convince the guys to go out last minute and to get ready.

Me: Give me a few minutes to convince the man candies.

Excitement bubbles up inside me as I head to the living room, where all three of the guys are shouting at the television as baseball plays on the screen.

"Hey, Bre just texted, and she wants to know if we'll go out tonight when she meets her new harem. You wanna go?" I ask.

"Sure," Van answers first.

"Sounds fun. What time?" Kipp asks.

"Eight." I smile.

"We better get ready then." Grady clicks the television off.

I hurry to the bedroom so I can steal their shower first. As I walk, I text Bre to let her know we're on.

Me: We'll be there.

We all got ready at the guys' house, but I didn't have anything there that was for a night out. So we had to swing by my apartment and I ran in, sliding on a little black dress that hugs my curves in all the right places.

Right at eight PM, we pull up outside the club where I first met Grady and Kipp. I can hear the thump of the bass even before I open the door.

"I can't get over how sexy you are!" Grady growls as he helps me out of the car.

"Right back at you," I reply, once again admiring his black T-shirt and jeans. All three of them look good. Kipp is in a dark green polo and khakis and Van went with black jeans and a white T.

Van grabs my other hand and we head toward the entrance, my fingers entwined with two of my guys and Kipp holding the door open for us.

We step inside and spot Bre, and what I'm assuming is the officer and his friends at a corner booth. They stand as we approach, and I immediately can tell that the two are twins. They're both tall, with broad shoulders and chiseled features, their polo shirts doing nothing to hide their muscular frames. The third guy, the PT, has a leaner build but an equally appealing smile.

Introductions are made, and we settle into the booth across from them. Bre's officer, Judd, pulls her close, while his twin brother, Jett, takes the other side. The PT, Corbin, sits next to Jett, his eyes twinkling with interest.

Grady flags the server down and he orders a round of drinks.

"So, how does one go from taking prints to planning a date?" I ask Judd with a teasing smile.

He laughs, a deep, warm sound. "Well, when a beautiful woman like Bre makes a suggestion, it's hard to say no."

Bre smirks, looking pleased with herself. "See? Putty in my hands."

The night progresses with laughter and easy conversation, and we've even danced a bit. Jett turns out to be just as charming as his brother, and Corbin is a riot, keeping us entertained with stories from his clinic. The guys also seem to be enjoying the night talking with Bre's trio.

At one point, Bre leans over the table to whisper, "I think we're going to take this party back to my place."

I raise an eyebrow, glancing around the table. "We'll head out too. Be safe and have fun." I wiggle my brows at her.

She grins and turns to the guys. "So, how about we move this to my place?"

Judd doesn't hesitate. "Lead the way."

We say our goodbyes, and I watch as my bestie leaves with her own three men in tow. I look around the table at my men and smile.

"That was fun. I hope they treat her right." I drink the last of my cocktail.

"Let's go, Little Girl. I have a taste for something else," Kipps hums in my ear and my body heats.

We pile into the car and head to my place since it's closer and we've been drinking. The drive is quick and filled with a hint of eagerness. When we get inside, we instantly settle into the living room, the energy between us shifting from playful to charged.

Kipp pulls me onto his lap, his hands roaming my curves as we kiss. Grady slides closer to me, his eyes dark with desire. "I've been wanting to do this all night," he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from my face before leaning in to kiss me.

His lips are warm and soft, causing my nipples to pebble. I kiss him back, my hands exploring the hard planes of his chest as I undress him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Van watching us, his expression hungry.

"Join us," I whisper, breaking the kiss to look at him.

Van smiles and moves closer, his hands grabbing the hem of the black dress and pulling it off of me. The four of us become a tangle of naked limbs, the room filled with the sounds of our shared gratification.

Van is still hesitant, and he always makes sure he's touching only me, but he's definitely more comfortable with group foreplay.

Time seems to blur as we explore each other, the night unfolding in a series of heated moments. Our moans mix together, the air thick with desire as we explode in a mess of sweat and cum.

As the first light of dawn filters through the windows, we finally wind down. We are lying together in a comfortable heap, our bodies entwined. Van looks over at me, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "I'm happy, Livvy. So fucking happy. I love you."

I smile back, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "I am too. I love you."