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was still humid. She felt sticky and horribly in need of a shower. Tonight she felt like she looked like hell, but that hadn’t stopped most of the guys in the club from looking her up and down while she’d been in Spirits.
    Her mind turned back to the men, their images stuck in her head like a song. Just seeing them and imagining being with both at the same time had made her so damned hot. Even now she throbbed between her thighs and her nipples were hard and aching.
    Damn it. The last things she needed were two men who would use her for sex and then end up cheating on her. Wasn’t one cheater at a time bad enough?
    At least she had a variety of battery-operated-boyfriends to choose from as she fantasized about Colton and Dane. It wasn’t the same thing, but her imagination and her B.O.B.s would just have to do.
    She let out her breath, picturing her bathroom and running the water until it was lukewarm. She’d take a long shower before she slipped into her robe, selected a toy, and settled herself on the couch as she imagined riding Colton’s cock while Dane fucked her in the ass. It had been a long time since she’d had anal sex and it was something she missed.
    A hand grabbed her arm.
    Someone jerked her into the darkness of an alleyway, tearing her out of her thoughts and plunging her into immediate terror.
    The canister of pepper spray slipped out of her hand and it clattered as it hit the sidewalk. The rolling case fell with a thud as she released her grip on it.
    Her heart jumped and slammed against her breastbone as a hand clamped over her mouth. Something metal that the man held in his opposite hand glinted in the near darkness. A knife, she realized in horror.
    “Scream and I’ll cut you.” The voice was rough and mean as he shoved her away from him. “Gimme your fucking purse, bitch.”
    The mugger wore a black ski mask and in the dim light she couldn’t see his eyes. Her entire body trembled.
    “It’s all I have.” She stared at the knife, its metal flashing in what little light made it into the alleyway. Even though she knew she should just hand over the purse, all she could think of was the fact she wouldn’t survive without the cash. “Please. I need it to pay my rent.”
    The man narrowed his gaze. “Stupid bitch.” He backhanded her, causing pain to nearly blind her. She cried out as she stumbled back.
    He grabbed the wide purse strap that crossed her body and he jerked her close to him. In one quick movement he sliced the strap with his knife and yanked the purse away from her.
    Her entire body trembled from fear and rage at the man who held her life in his hands. A part of her knew she should run, but she couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t move.
    The mugger swung the knife and pain singed her cheek as she felt the knife cut through her flesh. She screamed, the pain bringing her back to her senses, her face burning while blood flowed over her skin.
    She finally thought to turn and run when he drove his fist toward her face. She’d started to step back when she realized he was gripping the front of her shirt, holding her close.
    Just before the fist slammed into her face, a man’s hand snapped up and caught the mugger by the wrist.
    The mugger grunted and cried out as another man came from Drew’s other side and rammed his fist into the mugger’s gut.
    Drew tripped and fell hard on her ass on small rocks and asphalt. The fall jarred her teeth and sent pain shooting up her tailbone.
    Eyes wide, she watched as her two saviors subdued the mugger. It was over in seconds with the mugger pinned to the ground. A man’s knee pressed against the mugger’s back while his arms were pulled back, his wrists held in one strong fist. It was too dark to see anyone clearly.
    “Are you all right, Drew?” one of the men said as he got to his feet.
    She startled at the sound of her name, but couldn’t think of a word to say.
    “Damn.” It was Colton’s voice. “She’s injured. Louis is calling