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She moans so sweetly and her hand is inside my sweats and on my dick. Taking the hard veined length in her hand, she strokes me from base to tip, and I rock my hips. I’m only human and when my siren calls, I answer. But I made a promise to my brothers that we do this together or not at all. They find out I’m in here doing what I just did they’ll be pissed. If I fuck up our plan and take her now, we might all lose at the game of rescuing Justice back from whatever cold hell she has slipped into. I won’t risk that.
Another stroke and I spill pre-cum into the palm of her hand.
I wrap my fingers around her wrist and stroke the pad of my thumb over her pulse point. It’s erratic like mine.
“Begging now, are we, princess?”
She goes still, shock simmering in her eyes. “Fuck you, Seth. Go. Straight. To. Hell.” Each word stings like a bullet.
She climbs off the bed, and I marvel at the sexy sway of her heavy breasts. Iron-hard determination hardens her expression into an unreadable mask.
She advances, forcing me to step back or risk touching her. I let even the tip of a finger glance across my arm and it’s all over.
“Hell? No thanks. I’ve been there long enough, princess, and I don’t plan on going back.” I turn on my heel and walk out.
I have to get out of here before I betray my promise to my brothers, lose control, strip away my sweatpants and sink my cock into her hot sheath. So close. My raging hard-on tents my pants and I’m close to losing control now, turning around and storming back upstairs to her. All the rules of our fucked-up game be damned. At least I had the good sense to pull on a pair of pants before walking the halls. Lucian’s idea of pulling the doors off their hinges and removing all barriers between us only allowed me to hear her sexy moans.
Fuck. Having my mouth on her again, her body humming with pleasure all for me. Her sweet honey dousing my rage or fueling it, I don’t know which anymore. When my fingers slipped between hers and our palms connected while I filled my mouth with her liquid desire, the fire eating at me from the inside out grew exponentially.
I force myself to leave before I burn us all.
Eleven
Justice
All my expectations for the weekend are out the window by noon the next day. I’ve stayed in my room as long as possible. I suffered through the smells of what had to be a delicious breakfast. Bacon, pancakes. Blueberry something or other. Syrup most likely. They know how addicted I am to homemade berry anything and they are underhanded enough to use my weaknesses against me.
My stomach growls, letting me know just how stubborn I’m being. I can’t hold out much longer and they know it, damn it. I stayed in my room mostly to try to talk myself out of following the bad advice I whispered to myself through the night. After Seth left I took a blasting cold shower, and still I burned all night long for him. For them all. I’m not sure how I managed not to seek them out, but I didn’t and here I am hungry, horny, and confused.
At least one of those problems has a solution.
Spicy sweet aromas of something meaty make my stomach growl in rebellion again. Besides the hunger pains, beyond the windows the storm from last night has cleared, leaving behind a beautiful day. From the second floor, I have a wide view of a pristine lake with no other house in sight. The men were right. I am all alone with them out here in the middle of somewhere. I don’t even know where for certain.
I consider wrapping the sheet toga-style around me but stop remembering my rambling thoughts from the night before. You know what, they want to play this game. So can I.
Perched at the top landing, I have a couple of options at hand. Take the back stairs I spot from the deck outside my room leading down to the lake and swim to freedom, or strut my naked ass downstairs, grab whatever they are cooking, and make a beeline for the docks. Maybe there’s a boat of some kind.
My stomach growls.
“Okay, I get it.” I brace myself. Option two it is, then.
“Justice, I wondered when you would finally get hungry enough to join us.” Seth’s tone is even, but it’s his arrogant expression that makes me want to slap the smirk off his face. He’s standing behind the kitchen island so I’m left wondering if he still has on those sweatpants or not.
Digging into my deep reservoir of sass and grit, I forge a path straight for a bowl of fruit on the countertop, not giving Seth a second look.
Lucian and Jacob are both standing off to the side with nothing on but Kiss the Cook aprons and sinful grins.
My mouth swings open but that’s not the most embarrassing part—when their eyes roved over my naked body and landed on the V of my legs and then caressed over my quivering stomach to finally land on my breasts. That’s when I blushed, causing my nipples to harden into tight beads. Suddenly I feel like Eve in the middle of the Garden with the apple in my hand and temptation all around me.
I pull on a fake smile. “I see the playing field isn’t as level as you promised.” I arch a brow and shove aside my first reaction at seeing Lucian’s tight ass when he turns to set a pair of tongs on the countertop.
“We didn’t want to singe or suffer through grease pops in important regions. But we’re all done now. The roast will be ready just in time.”
Jacob injects a cheery tone that doesn’t match the serious expression on his face. It’s hard to read him with the silly white and red apron.
He seems to read my mind and strips away that problem, leaving me with another as soon as the apron is off—a very naked,veryaroused man only feet from me.
Make that three. Jacob and Seth join him, all three looking like the best worst nightmare I can possibly have. The wicked grins on their faces say they know it.
