Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

Amy adjusts her bra straps inside her shirt and looks up, freezing as she
spots me.
Out-standing. This day started two minutes ago and sucks so badly
already. Clay and I shouldn’t have left the bed.
Amy sighs, a blush crossing her cheeks as she makes her way over to me.
I’m pissed, but I’m not exactly sure why.
Maybe because my brothers are sleeping their way through my
teammates all of a sudden? Because Amy got off in this house? Because the
Saints might be treating this house like a brothel? Take your pick.
She stops in front of me. “Can I please ask you to keep this quiet?”
What? The threesome you just had with two older men?
“And I’ll do the same about you and Clay?” she says matter-of-factly.
I narrow my eyes. She knows?
Fine, whatever. “Okay.”
Not like I’d gossip anyway. Amy having sex with my family members
isn’t a bragging right for me.
But I hesitate. “Are you okay?” I ask, just making sure. They’re
experienced. She’s not, and I don’t want her suddenly feeling guilty about
whatever happened in there.
Not that I think Dallas and Iron would coerce her into a situation she
wasn’t comfortable with, but it’s a lot.
But she simply breaks in a smile, zero regret evident. “Is Clay okay?” she
teases.
I open my door and enter my room. “Fuck off, Amy.”
And I slam the door, happy to continue our silent hatred of each other.
• • •
“Do you ever feel like you’re living the same day over and over again?”
Becks asks.
She tosses her carrot down on the lunch table, and I peel another string
off my cheese stick, clicking out of the TikTok video.
“I used to,” I say.
To be honest, I never really considered it a bad thing, though. Just the
waiting period I needed to go through before I got to college and started my
real life.
“What changed?” she asks as Chloe takes a seat beside me with her tray.