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    At just after one p.m., a knock came from the front door. Liam looked up from the couch where he’d been trying to watch a rugby match to distract himself and swallowed hard. He’d been dreading this all morning, but at least Rory had wanted to talk to him in person. His friend wasn’t the kind of guy to avoid a problem.
    Sure enough, when he opened the door, Rory stood on the other side, but he wasn’t alone. A very pretty girl from India that Liam had seen Rory hanging out with on campus a couple of times stood next to him. Dressed in a loose, flowing gold slip, she was as feminine as could be, and the material was sheer enough to show her nipples clearly. Shit, he was pretty sure her nipples were pierced. Evidently she didn’t believe in undergarments, and he tore his gaze away from the shadowed juncture of her thighs hidden beneath the flimsy material.
    She had big, soft brown eyes, and something about her made him feel instantly protective. True, he’d always felt a need to take care of women, but this was different. More intense somehow. It was almost as if she gave off some kind of signal that she was more vulnerable than most women. More…feminine. It was in how she stood, the deferential tilt of her head, the way she couldn’t hold his gaze without blushing.
    Rory lifted his chin and ran a possessive hand down the girl’s long black hair. “This is my girl, Susie. Can we come in?”
    Feeling incredibly awkward, Liam nodded. “Don’t be a wanker. You live here too.” He cleared his throat and smiled at the girl, remembering his manners. “Nice to meet you, Susie. I’ve seen you around school a couple of times, but we’ve never been properly introduced.” She was a couple of years older than them, probably working on her master’s degree while they were still trying to get their bachelors’.
    Shutting the door behind him, Rory nodded to the girl. “You may speak.”
    Utterly befuddled, Liam ran his hand over his head. Susie smiled at Rory, then knelt before Liam in a graceful move that was visual poetry to watch. Spreading her thighs, she looked up at him with such blatant sexual invitation that his dick immediately hardened. “I’m very pleased to meet you, Sir.”
    He looked up at Rory, silently asking what the fuck was going on while trying to keep from looking dim in front of Susie.
    Rory walked up behind the girl and smoothed her hair with his hand in an almost nervous manner. She cuddled into his touch, a content and happy smile curving her red-painted lips. Liam suddenly had a very vivid mental image of those crimson lips wrapped around his cock.
    Now, in addition to feeling like a pervert, he also felt like an arsehole for thinking something like that about his friend’s girl.
    When Rory spoke next, his voice had that same bass growling note that he’d used when he’d commanded Liam to come last night. “Slut, present yourself.”
    Liam choked, waiting for the girl to give Rory a much deserved punch in the dick. Instead, Susie spread her thighs farther apart and lowered her gaze to the ground while her hands gracefully rested by her side. Rory continued to pet her. “Liam, this is my submissive. As a treat for her being such a good girl, I told her that I was going to fulfill one of her fantasies and that we are both going to fuck her today. She’s a greedy slut and will suck you dry if you let her, but I know you’ll help me keep her in hand.”
    Liam gaped at him. Had his friend lost his fucking mind? He glanced down at Susie and then back at Rory, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. Was this a joke? Some kind of prank? He searched his best mate’s face, and Rory grinned, his gaze nothing but lust. No, not a prank. Trying to form some kind of coherent reply but unable to make his stunned brain function, Liam merely nodded like this happened to him all the time. Rory was acting like everything he just said was so normal, like they tag-teamed girls all the time. Liam