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All three of us enter the room with me leading the way. The music is louder here, taking up the entire space.
“They’re in the bathroom,” Ed says, his voice low as he slowly walks to the door.
“Do you think it’s some kind of distraction?” Ollie says.
“Why would anyone try to distract us with a Beyoncé song?” Ed says.
I glance at my bed. There are a few pieces of clothing scattered there. “Guys,” I say, pointing a finger at the bed.
“Is that a fucking bra?” Ollie says. Before I can stop him, he walks over and takes a sniff. “Smells like a woman.”
Ed and I stare at him. “Yeah, that’s because it’s a woman’s clothing,” I say sarcastically.
“Did you have a chick in here?” Ed says, turning to me.
“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s too neurotic to allow anybody to mess his room up like this.” Ollie holds up a pair of lacy underwear with a finger.
“No, I didn’t,” I say.
Some weird shit is happening here. Why would anybody break into our house and put women’s clothes on my bed? Why would they blast Beyoncé for that matter?
“You know what, screw it,” I say as I walk into the bathroom. The strong scent of lavender and chamomile hits my face as I walk in. It takes me a minute to realize what I’m seeing. The entire bathroom is lit up with small candles. A bath is drawn and the tub is filled with a thick layer of bubbles that is slowly evaporating—and there’s a woman in it.
“Um, Artie, did you forget to mention that you had a guest over?” Ollie asks.
“I’m seeing her for the first time myself,” I say as I walk closer, mesmerized. Her eyes are closed, and her head is slumped to the side. Little moans escape her throat as her body shudders slightly. My gaze follows the trail of bubbles that expose her milky-white skin. The bubbles stick to the nubs of her nipples, grazing her skin.
With a jolt, I realize it’s the same girl from the gas station. For a moment, it’s almost like she’s been brought to life by my perverse imagination.
Her legs are folded in front of her, her hands urgently working away between them. My throat goes dry, and I harden almost instantly. I can tell she’s close to climaxing when her keening grows louder, her fingers working away at her cunt furiously.
Beside me, my brothers are frozen as well, their gazes locked on her. The intruder, however, is lost to the world, seeking her pleasure.
“Fuck me,” Ollie mutters under his breath.
Her eyes fly open and her body jolts upright. She screams as she sits up, splashing water on us. I can’t tell if the scream is her orgasm finally tearing through her, or her finally registering the three men in the bathroom with her. She puts a hand on her breast and another over the little triangle between her legs to cover herself. The bubbles cling to her luscious curves, leaving very little to the imagination.
I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to remove her hand and sit between her legs to continue worshipping her, starting where she left off.
“Don’t hurt me, please,” she says. The terrified look on her face, and the fact that she cowers against the wall, finally brings me back to reality. I realize how this must look to her.
I grab a towel from the pile and wrap it around her. Her teeth chatter as she says, “Who are you? What are you doing here?”
Ollie meets my glance. Lust is written all over his features.
Ed folds his arms over his chest. “We can ask you the same question. What are you doing in our home?”
3
OLLIE
The girl’s eyes widen as she considers us. I try to see things from her perspective. She’s obviously terrified to find three huge men in the bathroom where she’s buck naked. My brothers and I are a good six feet four, with muscled arms and chests, so we practically tower over her. I can see the way she sizes us up, and her shoulders kind of slump because she knows she can’t take us on. The knowledge that she’s at our mercy to do as we please runs tingles down my spine.
I can’t take my eyes off her. My eyes rake her glorious curves, the last of the soapy water clinging to her skin. I want to turn on the shower jet and clean her myself, rubbing each inch of her skin to make sure she’s completely clean. After that, I would reach between her legs and…
Artie moves, breaking my pervasive thoughts. He grabs a towel from the stand and wraps her with it. I try to summon an ounce of guilt but don’t feel anything. Her voice and her bravery return to her now that she’s no longer naked.
“Who are you?” she demands. “What are you doing here?”
