My fingers hit the keys harder than necessary.
Me: Well, I’m pretty sure they only know each other, so fucking the friends won’t work. And honestly, I feel like I’m going to explode. I’ve never run a day in my life, and I easily did a mile. That’s what they’ve done to me.
Moon: You think that’s what marathon runners do before the big race? Everyone’s just dry humping and orgasm denying before they hear the gun?
I laugh despite being in the foulest mood of my life. But my happiness is short-lived because it suddenly makes a detour to surprise when I hear, “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”
My head whips over my shoulder, and standing behind me in flip-flops, no shirts, just shorts, are Brody, Brooks, and Wells.
Wells squats down and pinches my chin between his fingers. “If you wanted a golden shower, you could’ve just asked.”
The elderly couple next to me gasps, making me laugh. Because I can’t believe they’re standing here.
“How’d you find me?”
Brooks chuckles. “Moon caught us breaking into your room.”
“And why were you breaking in?” I counter.
“To hide the toys.” Brody smirks. “Just in case.”
I scowl right back in the thick of my mood. “Oh…you…”
Wells raises his brows with a grin. “Be nice. You’ll catch more flies with sugar.”
“What do you guys keep saying? I can’t have one until I have all. Then I’d like to catch all three of you and watch you drown,” I hiss.
But he laughs at me. He fucking laughs before I’m scooped up like a bride into his arms, a kiss planted on my forehead.
“Come on, Cherry. Let’s get you some drugs and in the tub. Then we’ll let you drown us in your pussy.”
All I can do is hide my face against his chest because I could die. Although it sounds as if I’m about to go to heaven, so like Brody said,Fuck it.
chapter fourteen
. . .
Give it to me, Cherry.
I’ve been soaking in the bathtub for the last thirty minutes.
The moment we arrived back at their place, Brooks drew a bath for me, while Brody got me some meds.
And the whole time they did that, Wells kept me in his arms. They only left me alone to undress and get myself in.
Was it sweet? Sure. Whatever.
I’m sure plenty of women would die over it. But I’m not the kind of pussy they’re used to because all I can currently think about is scratching their eyes out.
Because all of this is their fault.
There’d be no jellyfish sting if they hadn’t tortured me all day. Never in my right mind have I ever thought about jogging.
I’m fairly positive that in a court of law, they’d be held liable for cruel and unusual punishment, and I’d be awarded damages.
The problem is I only want payment in the form of dick because I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my life.
My hand slaps the water as if I wish it were one of their faces.
