“Look at us. Keep your eyes on us and don’t you dare fucking close them.” Luke’s commands make my pussy clench around my fingers.
I groan.
“Harper.”
My eyes pop open and I nod. Keep my eyes open. Got it.
“Do what feels good. Pump your fingers in and out of your pussy while you rub your clit. I want to come when you do. We all do. So when you get close, let us know.”
My eyes widen. I look at the others. Eli leans in. His hand slips over his cock from tip to balls. Caden tugs on his cock. Even Jack has rallied and is once again hard. Fuck. My pussy squeezes my fingers.
Luke’s movements are precise and controlled. His strokes almost perfectly measured, and I fall into a rhythm with him. Following him like it’s his cock inside me. My fingers circle my clit, finding a spot that winds me tighter and tighter.
His strokes quicken, and I follow his pace. Their breathing is heavy in my ears. My gaze bounces between all of them as they all fall into the same pace. I imagine them each inside of me and it doesn’t disturb me. No, it makes me want more. I wish I had more hands to touch me the way they could if they were here in this bedroom with me.
Caden would be sucking as much of my breast as he could get into his mouth as I stroked his cock the way he does. Hard and quick, a little tight. Eli would take my mouth with his cock, letting me tease the tip with licks and sucks until he thrust it deeper, making me take as much of him as possible.
Jack would take my other breast, running his fingers down to my pussy, playing with my clit like I am. Pinching it slightly and rubbing it just enough to wind me tight. And Luke…
Death himself would take my pussy. Thrusting inside me, pressing on all those nerves until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. He would keep his pace steady. His eyes would burn with fire and darkness and destruction as he took me. As they all took me.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper. My eyes widen as it builds to be too much. “I?—”
I cry out as my pussy convulses around my fingers. I keep my eyes open as they all come with me. Their hands milking the last bit out of them until they’re spent. I take my hands off my body and lay back on the bed to stare up at the ceiling. Not caring that the guys can still see my pussy.
“Good, sweetheart?” Jack’s tone is playful.
I nod and then realize they can’t actually see my head at this angle, so I whisper, “Yes.”
“Sleep naked tonight.” Luke’s dark voice curls in my ear and my pussy clenches in an aftershock.
CHAPTER 48
The Surprise Attack
Harper
Morning comes way too quickly. Last night, I crawled under my sheets and fell asleep right away. When I wake up, the guys are mostly awake. I roll out of bed and take a quick shower before dressing.
It’s a game day at Sherman High School, so that means wearing school colors, a shortened schedule, and a pep rally in the afternoon. This is all business as usual, but this year, I don’t think the guys will let me get away with the extra-large school t-shirt I usually wear.
Our school colors are blue and silver, so I find a blue crop top and some low-slung jeans to wear. I part my hair down the middle and weave two braids with blue ties on the ends. I keep my makeup light and walk downstairs in plenty of time to make my lunch and eat a little breakfast. I start the coffee maker and get out what I need.
“Sleep well?” Mom’s voice startles me as she steps into the kitchen. She’s worked every morning this week, so I thought I was alone again. I glance at the schedule and see it’s her day off.
Remembering all that happened last night makes my cheeks flush with heat. “Yeah.”
I’m in the middle of making two sandwiches and already have two bags of chips in my lunchbox.
Mom lifts one of the bags and narrows her eyes. “Eating for two?”
“No, definitely not.” I shrug. “Caden likes it when I bring him a sandwich, and it’s not that hard to make an extra.”
Mom grabs a coffee cup and pours some of the coffee I made into it. She sips while studying me with a puzzled expression.
I sigh and put the sandwiches in my lunchbox. Finally I can’t take her silent judgment anymore. “What?”
“I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on with you.” She sits at the island and puts her cup in front of her. “First you say there aren’t any boys you’re interested in this year, and the next day someone is taking you and dropping you off at school. You need new clothes, which bravo for your new style. Loving it. Then I meet four guys who buy us dinner, make sure you’re safe alone, and buy you a ring for your birthday. Then you stay out late on a school night. I’m just trying to decide whether or not I like these changes.”
