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“Just stating the facts, honey,” he sweeps his arm forward, “After you.”
I cross my arms, “Nah, I think I'll let you go up first.”
Brett stares at me weirdly and then shrugs, “Whatever, man.”
I follow him up the stairs, and then we stop outside another door. There are noises on the other side of it, and I begin to get nervous once again. When Brett knocks on the door, it rattles under his fist, and I swear the whole door will bust down.
The door opens, and there stands the Greek God himself, Oakley. Only I'm looking at more than I bargained for because he's standing there with no shirt. His shoulders are broad and powerful, but his well-defined and immaculately sculpted chest and abs make my mouth water.
There's a sheen to his skin, like sweat glistening from a workout, but then my eyes roam lower, and I notice that he isn't wearing workout bottoms. Oh no, he's got jeans on, and they are undone, showing off the deep V and the patch of trimmed hair leading into his pants where there is evidence of a very nice size package.
Butterflies fill my stomach, and a heat ignites deep in my core, and I forget why I'm even standing here, “Well, well, well, I never expected to see you here, Kitty Cat.”
Oakley's greeting only turns me on more, but then I hear his next words to his Frat brother, and the spark fizzles out. There is a naked girl in the room with him, and he's asking Brett to see her out. Scratch that; a naked girl is in the room with all three of the Lords.
I simply have no words for what I'm seeing right now. I know I should look away, but I can't as my eyes follow the naked girl out of the room. She's pretty and petite, the opposite of me. I'm curvy at a size eight, but it's not a fatty type of voluptuous. She still looks better than I do.
“Are you interested in a little girl-on-girl action?”
Oakley's question has my gut twisting, and then it really hits me, “You're disgusting! Did you guys just tag team that girl?”
It's Jett that answers my question, and it's as I thought, all three had sex with that little thing, and by the size of all their junk, I'm surprised she didn't break. Images run through my head of what they would do to me if they agreed to help. I'm far from a prude, but come on, all three at once?
I turn around and mumble about Dani being right about coming here, but then Oakley stops me demanding to know what I'm talking about and who Dani is. He almost seems jealous. Now that I think about it, this could work to my advantage somehow. I take my defensive stance and cross my arms.
“Dani is my roommate, she was at the party next door with me in case you have forgotten, and she said it would be a mistake coming to you three for help.” I make a disgusted face, “Is this what you three do? Fuck women as a group?”
Fynn finally opens his mouth, but he's only saying perverted stuff, and I try to ignore him, but I feel my face heat anyway when he says something about one foursome at a party and that they could fit me in. Oh, dear God, now my Greek God is showing off more of his goods as he tucks his thumbs into his waist. Is that the base of his penis? I try acting normal, but I feel that I'm failing miserably.
After arguing back and forth about me entering their sex cave, when Oakley threatens not to help, I let him win and push past him, warning them not to try anything. Finding the only chair in the room because God knows my ass ain't getting on that bed, I pick up a crumpled shirt and toss it aside before sitting.
As I sit, I just happen to notice the trash can overflowing, and there are used condoms lying right on top. The good thing is that they at least use protection; the bad thing is... that's a hell of a lot of used condoms.
“So, Little Saint, are you going to tell us what you need help with?” Fynn asks, but Jett comes right in with a question of his own and one that I was expecting.
“Oh, but most importantly, what are you going to do for us if we help you?” His smile makes me tingle, and my eyes sweep down his tattooed body. Like Oakley, Jett and Fynn have great chiseled abs and trim waists. Jett is a bit shorter than his two friends but still stands over me.
I don't know why I'm thinking of these guys like I am. I feel like a guy checking out a hot chick. Oh, my God, am I just like them? No, I would never agree to a foursome! I glance around the room, gauging all three half-naked Lords...would I?
I jump as soon as Oakley leans down close, “So, what's it going to be, Kitty Cat?”
Calming my rapidly beating heart before trying to answer isn't working so well, especially with Oakley so close. Licking my lips, I stare into his eyes, “That depends on how much you help me.”
Pushing away, Oakley chuckles as he walks around to stand behind me. I keep my eyes on Jett and Fynn, who are wearing identical smirks, “You know, Kitty Cat, you came to us first, and on top of that, there are three of us, so the payments may get a little steep at times.”
“Are you even going to be able to handle some of those payments?” Fynn adjusts himself right in front of me, and I know it's a hint as to what they will be asking me for.
I lift my chin, trying to show a little defiance, “I can pay for your services in full; however you want payment.”
“There will be a contract, you know. We don't work without one.” Oakley informs me, and I actually sigh in relief; I'm glad there will be a contract, “But first, we need a little incentive to even think about this partnership.”
“What is this incentive?” I ask.
I'm proud of myself for keeping my shit together this whole time. Maybe I can handle the Lords of Sin on my own. They are a bunch of pervs. I've handled their kind all through high school; what's a little longer?
“How about you get on your knees, and I’ll show you?”
Complete and uttershock is what I feel at this moment just after he speaks those words. I stumble to find a response and figure out how to handle this. I'm no virgin to giving head, but I don't just drop to my knees either.
