“What you said?” I ask honestly, blinking up, feeling Wells close in on my other side.
Brooks lifts my chin with two fingers. “Instead of mine, maybe I’ll call you ours.”
I never doubted that what Moon said was the truth. Because even an idiot (me) can feel the chemistry between us, no matter what lie I told. But I’m not cool enough for this. Not free enough. I’m a repressed, newly single woman who’s never seen a real dick.
I’m basically Amish.
I swallow, staring up, only having to glance to look at Wells too.
The way they’re above me, with me on my knees, it’s all too365 DNI. Next, I’ll be sucking someone off, followed by a half-hour montage of full-frontal penetration.
I need to get out of here.
“I have to pee,” I blurt out, instantly regretting it.
Eyebrows minutely rise, and one head cocks as they all suddenly grow matching smirks and grins.
Brooks smiles widely. “Whatareyou into, gorgeous?”
Oh god. Kill me.
I push onto my feet, bunching up my mat, which makes me stumble around and do a three-sixty because I’m caught up in the shit in my arms.
“Sorry,” I rush out, feeling their eyes on me.
But what’s there to say other than to apologize for my insanity? I just announced my body functions like a toddler.
Wells reaches out, taking the mat from me, freeing me from my physical spiral. I let out a whoosh of an exhale and swipe an errant hair from my face.
“Thank you. I just…” Again, the full sentence meant to come out doesn’t.
But Wells just chuckles and hits me with, “Okay.”
How does he make that fucking word sexy?
I clear my throat, walking backward a few steps, lifting my hand to wave.
Brody says nothing and doesn’t wave, but he looks like he would eat me alive.
Wells gives me a wave back and also looks devoury.
But Brooks mouthsfuckas his eyes rake over my body.
Oh, these three are definitely coming in hot. And I’m so unprepared.
I rip around, hightailing it back into the house and straight up the stairs to my room. Because there’s only one solution for this triple threat.
A little afternoon delight.
Because the only way I’m making it through this week is with a little “D,” as in double D batteries.
chapter seven
. . .
I hit him with my dick.
“What are you doing?” I whisper as I watch my meddling sister talk to the guys. “Haven’t you caused enough trouble? Stop talking.”
