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Finn
I can see the wheels turning behind her eyes.
"I don't want to break up your friendship with my dad. You guys have been friends for almost as long as I've been alive." She chews on her bottom lip.
I scoot my chair closer to her, resting one arm on the back of her chair and one hand on her knee. Slowly, I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh and under her skirt and watch as her breathing picks up and her mouth parts slightly. She wants us. It’s not a question of that. She’s battling what she wants versus what she feels is right.
"Do you want us?" I ask, and she nods.
I run my finger up her slit over her panties before circling her clit.
"If you decide that you still want us when we get back to Chicago, then you will trust us to take care of it," I say. Then I pull her soaked panties aside and slide a finger into her just like I did last night.
"You will let us take care of you too," Connor says as I add a second finger inside of her.
When she nods in agreement, I back off and pull my fingers out. She lets out the sexiest little whimper as I keep my eyes locked on hers. Then I bring my fingers to my mouth to get my first taste of her.
"You taste like my new addiction, baby girl," I smirk just as our food is delivered.
We'll take a few bites before Brooks reads off the next question. "Have we had other girls before you?"
We all figured we'd have to answer this question at some point, not that we want to think about anyone before her.
"Yes, we've had a few since college. One night we were drunk, and we shared a girl. We realized we really liked it. So we've done it here and in a few other clubs since. But it's been a one-night thing, not a relationship like what we want with you and have wanted with you way longer than we should have." Connor says, locking eyes with her to drive the point home. She isn't like any of the other girls we have shared before.
He's revealed more than he probably should have at this point, but we agreed it's best to lay all our cards out on the table and know that we did everything we could if it were to not work out. Then, if she walks away from us, we don't want to have any regrets.
She doesn't seem to know what to say, so thankfully Brooks reads another question.
"What do we expect from you? That comes with the limits talk and what you're willing to give us. All we want to do is give you pleasure and take care of you, and make sure that you're happy and cared for. You get to decide what that looks like," Brooks says.
"We can have that talk later today. For now, let's just spend today getting to know each other. All those walls that we've had to keep up, we’ll let down, and together we’ll get comfortable on this new level, okay?" I ask.
A smile lights up her face. The one I’m quickly becoming addicted to.
"I'd like that," she whispers.
I know we said we'd let her choose. But if she didn’t want to continue this after we leave New Orleans, I already know that I'm not going to recover. That is, if what she wants is to walk away.
Chapter 6
Ella
Afterbreakfast,wegofor a walk in the French Quarter, and the guys tell me some of the history and stories they know. They talk about their first time in New Orleans and the ghost tours they went on.
The more they talk, the more they seem to want to show me the city, which is fine for me because I'm willing to spend as much time with them as they will allow.
After walking around the French Quarter, we head out to do a graveyard tour. They take me to the Saint Louis cemetery, which is known to be one of the most haunted cemeteries in America.
"You know the voodoo queen herself, Marie Laveau, is rumored to haunt this graveyard and protect it?" Brooks says, giving my hand a squeeze that he's been holding ever since we walked into the graveyard.
We walk around all the above-ground graves and tombs scattered all around. Some are in really good condition, and others you start to wonder how they're still standing. We stop to read some of the plaques, many of these graves going back to the 1700s.
If I stop to read too many of the signs, the guys never once rush me or complain. It’s nice that they get excited about what I'm excited about. Finn keeps looking up historical facts about the cemetery on his phone and reading them off to all of us, including some of the more famous ghost stories.
"Whenever you're ready and hungry, we figured we could grab lunch a few blocks down," Brooks says.
At this point, we've been walking around for well over an hour. I figure it’s a nice way of trying to move the day along.
