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The thought had a smirk spreading on my face. I wish I could make that happen. The man deserved that and worse.
My phone dinged and I fished in my bag for it.
"It's been doing that," Tate told me. "It wouldn't stop while we were waiting for you."
"Weird," I said quietly as I tapped the email app. "Emails?"
I didn't recognize the sender and when I opened it my blood ran cold. Luke's family and I had met a handful of times. They thought he hung the moon and I just knew he was spinning lies about me.
"Is it him?" Tate asked.
"No," I admitted. "His mom."
Before I even read further than the line that said she heard about us breaking up I exited out and put her on the block list. Once all the emails were in the trash I tossed my phone back in my bag. There was literally nothing she could say or do that would change what happened. I didn't need a woman I'd never see again if I could help it, to approve.
"Good girl," Tate rumbled. He was so close that I jumped but the praise had warmth flooding me. I fucking loved how he spoke to me and I wanted to hear that gravelly voice of his tell me all the dirty things.
"I'd say that reaction means she likes to be told she's a good girl," Brock said as he watched me. The truck swerved and he cursed. "Dammit, get back in your seat before we all get killed."
Tate chuckled and sat back, not even bothering to apologize.
It was going to be a long damn night if they kept this up.
Every fucking cell in my body wanted him but that earlier doubt was apparently, here to stay a while. What would they think when my clothes were off? Would they turn away in disgust, send me on my way? I wanted to give in so fucking bad I could taste it.
Still, the what ifs were being a bitch.
"Let's make something very clear before we walk in those doors," Brock said as he parked the car. He turned it off and turned to me. "We won't touch you until you ask for it. But the moment you do, there's no going back. You aren't just some conquest or quick fuck. Once I get a taste there won't be anyone else for me, princess."
My heart slammed in my ribcage like it was trying to escape while it could.
All three of their gazes were locked onto me, waiting for my response. It was on me now to pick if I wanted to give them a real chance.
Could I risk it? Would I really be as safe with them as they say?
Luke’d had big promises, too. He'd helped paint a picture of a future he had no intention of giving me. He spoke to my insecurities and played me like a damn instrument. He knew how to get under my skin and use it like a weapon when the need struck him.
Yet even as I tried to imagine any one of the three doing the same I knew it would never happen. Tate, to some degree, could relate. I could see it in his expression every time we talked about Luke. The others weren't the type to string me along.
Would they get bored of me?
Sure, it was a possibility, but none of us were looking at forever tonight. We were looking at giving this a real shot. There was the smallest chance we weren't compatible, that the sex was terrible, but after seeing their cocks hard for me, I had a feeling that wouldn't be true.
"Baby?" Tate questioned, voice a low rumble that tore through my thoughts easily.
"Don't hurt me," I begged. They knew I didn't mean physically. Brock's expression softened and he leaned close, fingers brushing my cheek before settling on my neck and pulling me in so he could crush his lips to mine.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he promised me. "Let us show you."
"Okay," I whispered, as if saying it louder would break this moment that was gluing my heart back together, piece by piece.
"Fuck yes," Elias said with a laugh, practically tearing his door off the hinges to get out. Tate was quieter, but just as quick as he opened my door in no more than two seconds, pulling me out of the car and into his arms. His mouth descended on mine and I melted into him.
Everything felt like ‘more’ now. I was no longer holding myself back from feeling too much, from liking it too much, and now it was explosive. Stars danced behind my lids as he kissed me breathless, tilting my head with a fist in my hair and demanding small moans and whimpers from me. His tongue dove in, tasting and teasing my mouth like it was something to be conquered.
His dick was so hard it stabbed into my stomach where our bodies touched, he rocked his hips forward and a deep, guttural groan escaped.
"Okay, not here," Brock protested, tearing us apart. Tate snarled at the interruption but Brock was there, pushing his chest into Tate's and facing off with him. His voice was strong and icy as he continued. "Get the fuck upstairs, Tate. You're going to get in trouble out here if you stay. This is our business."
