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“Explain what you mean,” Ashton bites out.
“Well, when he thrust in, with no gentleness, yeah, it hurt. I knew the first time was going to hurt, but whatever. It’s done—it’s over. Can we please stop talking about it?” My face flames in embarrassment—again.
“We can, for now. Lay back down and get some sleep,” Gareth orders.
“I want to go to my room.” Having never slept with a man before, my nerves are high. The whole evening, starting with the football game until now has pushed me too far from my comfort zone.
“You get to sleep with one of us.” Gareth can’t be serious. He cuts me off before a rant can start. “Ashton has already had you for a while, but it is up to you who you get into bed with.”
“Is this what I have to look forward to since you claimed me? You always bossing me around?” My voice is harsh and loud, my emotions getting the better of me.
“Duchess, you willloveit when we boss you around,” Gareth purrs.
Gareth gives me a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving the room. Callum climbs back into his bed, holding his hand out for me to take. Reluctantly, I do, climbing into bed with Callum. Ashton shuts the light off, bringing the room back into darkness. As sleep finally claims me, Callum whispers in my ear.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I have seen in a long time. I can’t wait to get a taste of your cunt.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
Islept like shit last night. Between the raging hard-on from watching Kennedy take her punishment until she came all over Ashton’s fingers to worrying about Rodney, coffee is going to be my best friend today. Despite my exhaustion, I am able to focus long enough to finish my class assignments.
Scrolling through my social media accounts on my phone, Rodney starts to stir.
“It’s about time, motherfucker,” I gripe.
Kicking the mattress on his bed, Rodney pulls the blankets over his head, rolling over in the process. Giving his mattress a couple harder kicks, he grumbles from his cocoon.
“Mfrpmgdtsoicnoeimfpmaoince.”
“Rodney, I swear to God, if you don’t get your ass out of that bed in the next thirty seconds, I am going to pull you out of it by your dick.”
Shooting a quick text to Callum and Ashton, I tell them to come over. In the next breath, the two of them walk right in. We are all as close as brothers, having grown up together. Before that, our fathers, grandfathers, and their fathers were all friends. They have all been doing business with each other for ages. We share everything. Callum gives me a funny look before speaking.
“I thought you said he was up.”
“He is awake, just being an asshole,” I state dryly.
Rodney must get tired of us talking about him. He throws the blankets down to his waist, raising his head just enough to glare at us.
“What do you assholes want? I have a hangover and want to go back to sleep,” Rodney barks at us.
“We need to talk to you. Get your ass up,” I bark back.
Rodney starts to say something and then thinks twice about it, seeing the severe looks on our faces.
“Fine, let me at least take a leak first.”
The three of us share a look. We know Rodney has blood on his underwear; no doubt it is on his dick as well—this is part of what we need to talk to him about. As much as he drank, I am unsure what he remembers about last night.
Rodney isn’t gone long. The door flies open, banging the doorknob on the wall behind it. The door swings back from the force, almost catching Rodney in the face. He manages to stop the door just in time. He has a crazed look on his face.
“I have blood on my dick,” he exclaims.
“No shit, Sherlock. Do you want to tell us about it?” I say, rolling my eyes at him.
All the color has drained from Rodney’s face. He moves slowly to his bed, slumping down on it, as he turns to face us. He puts his elbows on his knees, with his face in his hands. His voice is muffled, but we hear his words, remorse lacing his tone.
“What the fuck did I do?”
