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“What do you mean? Who’s Courtney Freaking Watson?”
“Fine, maybe you know her only as Courtney Watson.”
“No, we don’t know any Courtney Watson, little kitten. What’s this about?”
“Oh, well, she knows everything about you. How you smell and how you like to be kissed. She even knows how big your cocks are.”
Oh god. She had never really admitted it full-on to herself, but she was jealous of Courtney because the heiress moved in the same circles that Leo, Aaron, and Micah did.
She was the type of woman they would pick. And then, six months ago, at some fancy charity event, Courtney had slept with all three of them. Andrea knew this because she eavesdropped on the entire conversation, as Courtney described in sickening detail everything they had done to her. The other girls looked at Courtney in awe, as if she were a superstar.
Andrea would rather eat coal than tell Lindsay what happened that made her not like Courtney anymore.
To everyone else, Lindsay’s brothers were considered the hottest, sexiest men alive. Everyone wanted a piece of them, and Courtney got a piece of them while they couldn’t stand to be in the same room as Andrea.
“How big did she say our cocks were?” Micah asked, with that signature grin of his.
“Five point eight inches. She was very precise because you let her measure each of you.”
“Is that what she said?”
“I’m leaving,” Andrea said. She was either going to burst out crying big ol’ pity tears or she was going to scream her head off.
But she stopped when they started to unbutton their shirts. Her mouth dried as they revealed layers and layers of abs. She forgot to breathe when they removed their shoes and socks and unzipped their pants.
Her body sizzled at the sight of them pulling their pants off and then their white boxer briefs to leave them completely naked before her eyes.
They were gods. There was no other way to describe them.
A hot flush encompassed her as they took their hard and tremendously large cocks into their hands and pumped.
“Do we look like we’re five point eight inches to you?”
Chapter Eleven
Andrea couldn’t believe her eyes. Was she really looking at Lindsay’s brothers naked?
Yes, yes, she was because even her imagination couldn’t have come up with this much male beauty. In their clothes, they were extraordinary. Out of them, they were even more extraordinary.
“We don’t even know who this Courtney person is. But if her father is Philip Watson, we may have done business with him.”
“Right. And I’m supposed to believe that? Okay, I know I’m silly at times, but I’m not stupid,” she said, more annoyed that tears started to drip down her face. She needed the bathroom to remove that wretched butt plug, and then she needed to leave. Maybe she’d find another cabin she could take shelter in until Lindsay arrived tomorrow.
“Don’t believe us? Come measure us with your mouth, Andrea. Now.”
“What?” Her eyes widened, and her face turned blood red. She couldn’t help her gaze from falling to their cocks again.
“We haven’t touched another woman in three years, Andrea. Not since the last time we saw you at the Christmas lunch,” Leo said, and she whipped her gaze up at him.
What were they saying? She couldn’t compute her thoughts properly. Nothing made sense.
“Now take your clothes off, Andrea,” Leo said, and she drowned in the darkness of his command and found herself obeying him.
With fingers that didn’t feel like her own, she unbuttoned the white shirt she was wearing, too mesmerized by the sight before her to ask questions or take any other action.
They hadn’t touched Courtney. They didn’t even know her. And she believed them.
She shrugged off her shirt and then tackled the pants. Luckily, the cabin was so warm that she didn’t even feel a breeze against her bare skin.
