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“Seriously?” I fume. “Newsflash it’s neither of you.”
Both of their murderous gazes turn to me, though the anger fades a little. I can tell they’re trying to figure out who is the biggest out of them all, but you would think that they would know the answer since they’ve been together for so long, and have most likely seen each other naked. As a collective unit, all eyes turn to me with raised brows.
“What?”
“Are you going to enlighten us, Little Angel?”
I sigh. “It’s Davis.”
Everyone turns to look at Davis who just shakes his head. Laughn reaches over and high fives him. “Case is the fattest, Creed has the most bling, Brennan’s is the prettiest damn cock I have ever seen. Do I need to keep going? They’re dicks, so long as they bring me orgasms I really don’t care.”
Boston steps up behind me, his hand grabbing the back of my neck. Chester makes a move forward but I hold out my hand to stop him.
“I didn’t make the list? I think I need to remind you of how much you loved my dick,” he whispers in my ear sending chills down my spine.
“We remember it very differently, then. I remember you crawling into my bed wanting to be held.”
He pushes me forward and I stumble into Chester’s arms with a chuckle as Boston storms from the room. “He’ll be fine. This is just how he does foreplay,” I joke, making everyone laugh.
“Jolie, maybe you should get dressed,” Brennan says with a pointed look down at his watch.
“Yes, dad,” I throw back.
“You can call me daddy anytime you want,” Chester adds, releasing me. I blow him a kiss and head back upstairs. Creed is still in my room laying on my bed.
I walk into my closet and pull out underwear and my uniform, quickly throwing them on and giving myself a once over in the full length mirror. When I go back into my room, Creed looks up at me from his phone with a smile on his face.
“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for school, Mr. Taylor? Make sure you wear a nice tight pair of slacks today so I can check out the goods in class.”
“Don’t tempt me, Tenshi. I will bend you over my desk and fuck you in front of everyone.”
“Promises, promises,” I say, sitting at my vanity and pulling out the tray of makeup. Creed gets up from the bed, and I watch him in the mirror stalking towards me. He leans in so his lips are close to my ear.
“It wasn’t a promise, it was a threat. Nothing makes me harder than an audience.”
“The fuck you will,” Chester snaps, walking into the room in a pair of black slacks and a business shirt rolled up at the sleeves. His tie hangs untied over his shoulders. “Can someone fix this fucking thing?”
Creed stands to his full height and walks over to Chester, pulling the tie into place and does so with ease. Fuck, I want to see them in action. I may have already been the meat in that sandwich, but they never touched each other. Which is a damn shame. Creed’s head snaps to me and a devilish grin crosses his face, obviously picking up on the direction of my thoughts through my emotions. My eyes quickly find myself in the mirror again, and I continue putting on my makeup.
Ten minutes later, we all head back down to the kitchen. This time it’s only me and Team Zeus. I’m not sure where everyone else has disappeared to. I walk over to the island and find a hot mug of coffee waiting for me. Brennan steps up beside me, settling his hand on the small of my back, sending a shiver up my spine.
“Pretty, huh?” he murmurs with a raised brow. My eyes widen in disbelief at the thought of him wanting to talk about his dick. Maybe we have turned a corner.
“Very. It’s also perfect, not too big or too small, perfect girth. The perfect dick for sucking.”
He makes a strangled noise from beside me and has to adjust himself in his suit pants. I chuckle and walk around the bench that separates the kitchen area from the dining table. Trace is perched on a seat and his perfect tattooed legs are resting on another as he ties up his shoes.
“I really think I need to complain about the teachers' dress code at this school.”
Trace’s head snaps up to mine. He knows I’m talking about him and his tiny ass shorts.
“What’s wrong, jealous?” he asks, motioning for me to come closer.
“Extremely, and I don’t like it.”
He takes my coffee from my hands and places it on the table before he grabs me by the wrists and pulls me closer until I’m straddling his legs, while still in a standing position.
“Star, you’re it for me, always have been.” My breath hitches at the nickname. “I have a thing with faces and when I close my eyes I see you, right down to the tiny freckle in your hair line. No one has ever come close to the love I have for you, unless you count those dickheads, but trust me they’re not allowed to touch what’s under these shorts.”
