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“Hmm,” Mikey agrees as he brushes my hair from my damp forehead. “You are.”
I smile as I lay my cheek against his chest. Liam slowly slides out of me, but he holds himself up on his powerful forearms and rests his body against mine. The three of us are slick with perspiration and cum, but I realize I don’t care. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve used my body as a weapon in the past. But, as a sixteen-year-old girl at the mercy of a monster, it was the only weapon I had. The men in the circles I’ve always run in, powerful men with too much money and not enough conscience, are used to taking what they want anyway. I always figured it couldn’t hurt to get out in front and give them what they want on my own terms. And if that means I get to use it to my advantage sometimes, then so be it. But I cannot remember a single time in my life when I have ever felt this desired, this wanted, or this cared for. Yes, Liam and Mikey and I just did something that I’d never in a million years thought I’d be down with, but I felt completely cherished by them the whole time.
I blink away a tear as it pricks at my eyes and it rolls down my cheek onto Mikey’s chest.
He places his index finger under my chin and tilts my head up. “Hey, are you okay, Red?”
“Yes.” I smile at him. “More than okay.” I lay my head back on his chest and snuggle against him and his twin. I had almost forgotten what being cared about feels like. It’s only now that I realize Conor has disappeared.
Chapter
Sixteen
CONOR
Iknock on the door to my younger brothers’ room and wait for them to answer. Why the fuck am I fidgeting like a nervous teenage boy?
“Yeah?” one of them shouts.
Opening the door, I stick my head inside. They’re in their own beds, with no sign of our house guest in there. “Where’s Jessie?”
“She’s taking a shower,” Liam says with a yawn.
I look toward their bathroom and frown. There’s no water running.
“In her own room, bro,” Mikey adds. “She said something about going shopping?”
That she has remembered our shopping trip makes me smile and I silently curse myself. She spent last night being railed by my two younger brothers and that tells me all I need to know about me and her.
Despite that, I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t get the image of her incredible body shuddering as she came loudly for my brothers out of my goddamn head. When I went to bed last night, I jerked off twice to it, but it did nothing to relieve the tension. I close the door and leave the twins to go back to sleep before walking along the hallway to Jessie’s room.
I knock. And wait.
“Come in,” she shouts, and I open the door wide as she's putting her hair up into a ponytail. She's wearing those skin-tight jeans and a tank top, and I start to have second thoughts about today. How will I spend the whole fucking day with her? Because I can’t stop replaying last night’s highlight reel in my head. When I look at her now, all I can see is her being fucked by my brothers, and instead of making me back off, it only makes me want her more. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Hey,” she says breathlessly as I walk into the room. “I’m almost ready. We’re still going shopping, right?” She gives me a huge, genuine smile and I can’t help but wonder if it’s for me, or it’s because she’s still on a high from her exploits last night. But how the fuck do I say no to her?
“Yeah. Course we are. Meet me in the basement in ten.”
“Great,” she says with another megawatt smile.
I walk out of her door and close it behind me, resting my forehead against the cool wood and letting out a long sigh.
Jessie is quiet during the car ride. She seems nervous. I suppose I can’t blame her when she is fully aware that I sat and watched her being fucked by my brothers last night.
We arrive at the boutique forty-five minutes later. The owner, Callie Thomas, is an old friend of mine, and she’s closed the store for the afternoon for me. This isn’t the first time I’ve brought a woman clothes shopping here, and I always make sure Callie is well compensated for her trouble. This is the first time I’ve ever brought a woman I’m not fucking, though. I shake my head in exasperation at that realization as we reach the door where Callie is waiting.
“Conor,” Callie says with a smile, wrapping her arms around me and enveloping me in a cloud of sweet perfume. “It’s so good to see you, darling.” She pulls away and looks at Jessie, who is hovering nervously behind me.
“This is Jessie.” I place my hand on the small of Jessie’s back and guide her toward the entrance. “She’s staying with us for a while and she needs a whole new wardrobe.”
Callie nods. “You have a beautiful figure. I’ll enjoy dressing you today,” she says as she openly looks Jessie up and down. “I have some beautiful pieces for you to try.”
Jessie seems even more nervous now as I gently push her through the doorway and into the shop. Callie shows us to the fitting room and I sit in one of the huge, plush velvet chairs. At least I’ll get to enjoy today’s show if I’m lucky.
“What’s your style, Jessie?” Callie asks as she whips out her measuring tape and starts measuring her waist and hips.
“Um. Casual, I suppose. I like jeans. T-shirts. A few hooded sweatshirts would be good. I don’t need a lot.”
