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Greg.
No.
Greg.
Yes,Greg. Soft but deep and slightly breathless.
“Gr—”
What she saw in the lounge instead rendered her speechless and instantly wet. Her nipples didn’t need a follow-up invitation to spring into life and swell through the fabric of the body-hugging black leather dress she wore, which left very little to the imagination.
She wanted to sound breathless, and she nailed that part in the ugliest way possible. Her breath was strangled in her throat, making her voice sound raspy and high-pitched at the same time.
Three men stood in her hotel room as if they owned the damn place. Their utter male beauty blinded her and weakened her knees so considerably that she wondered if she was going to fold over onto the thick Persian rug beneath her feet.
How was it possible that in a room that size, with luxury and opulence pouring out of the walls themselves, they managed to make everything around them pale in comparison?
All the dreams she had ever had about them flashed past her mind in clear and precise detail. And she couldn’t stop her body from feeling their hands on her, kissing her, biting her, and sliding their cocks inside her.
‘Stop!’ she screeched loudly in her head. This was the weekend she was going to face them head-on and put an end to her infatuation with them. For one, it wasn’t healthy, and two, her life couldn’t afford any more bad luck because she had patched it up with hope and prayer and it was fragile enough to just come collapsing down on her. If she had to be honest, she was in such a precarious position because she was lonely. And lusting after her stepbrothers had made her miss other things. Like Greg, for example.
“What… What are you doing here? How did you get in? Where’s…Greg?”
“Hello, little stepsister.”
Oh god, help her.
This was not supposed to happen.
“What are… you doing here, in my hotel room?” She managed to squeak again.
No. No. No. She didn’t even have her protection stones with her. Fyre’s chants were the only thing that was going to save her now. Dammit, she drank a concoction made for hair, thinking it was the tea Fyre usually gave her. She was owed for that.
Please work, she chanted.
Please work.
Also, act normal.
They didn’t know about her obsession with them. She shuddered to think of how they would react if they caught on that she was basically having sex with them in her dreams. And not just one, or two of them, but all three of them, because she was equally obsessed with them as a trio. There couldn’t be one without the others.
Well, they’d look at her in horror if they knew they had put their cocks inside her in her dreams. Tell her she needs serious help. They were herstepbrothers. Practically family. What was wrong with her?
“Is that how you greet your stepbrothers?” Nolan asked, and she wanted to die looking at his obscenely gorgeous face.
“We haven’t seen you in ages, Holly,” Fletcher added, giving her a grin that made her stomach flip.
Right. It was customary to hug one’s stepbrothers. A socially accepted thing to do.
She had to hug them.
“I meant it’s good to see you all. I didn’t know you were going to be here,” she said, overly chirpy. Oh, and acting normal also meant lying, chirpily, of course. She knew they were going to be there. She didn’t even need to guess because Caroline had said it three times over the phone.
They must never know about her awful, wanton indiscretions. She said that every time she saw them, but this time she meant it, because this time she was going to get over them.
For good.
Praying yet again that she didn’t fall over and land at their feet, she tried to walk as normally as she could toward them. But in her mind, she looked as if she were walking through a course dotted with land mines.
