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I lay on my back, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. Who am I? Who is this girl?
After cleaning up,we both head downstairs. Landon is nowhere to be found. Maybe he regrets it. Regrets us. Again.
I hop up on the counter wearing one of his tees, which is more like a dress on me. Hudson smirks. “Yeah, you just sit there. Let me grab the coffee.” Good boy, that was exactly my plan. It’s the least either of them can do after kidnapping me for a second time. I expect better service this time around.
While Hudson makes coffee, I scroll mindlessly on my phone. We both startle when the side door opens and in walks Landon, all sweaty in his running gear. He pauses, taking us in, his face passive as he clears his throat and takes his earbuds out. “You two finally fuck?”
“Yeah, bro. Is that ok?” Hudson sounds nervous. Interesting. If anyone knows Landon and his mannerisms, it’s Hudson.
Landon walks up to me, prying my legs open to stand between them. He grips my jaw and slams his mouth into mine. It lasts all of a moment before he pulls back. “About fucking time.”
Then walks away.
Hudson and I erupt in a fit of laughter. What the fuck was that?
“Yeah, laugh it up. It only took Hudson what, three months to fuck you? You let me fuck you after a few days locked up. Remember that, Banks.” Landon yells from the top of the stairs, then slams his bedroom door. My face falls, and hurt rushes through me. Hudson notices. He walks over to me, taking the spot that Landon just vacated.
“He’s confused. Doesn’t know what he wants. Or he does, but doesn’t understand it. Landon is processing. Don’t take it personally.” Hudson reassures me.
“If I took anything you two have done personally, I wouldn’t still be here.” I remind him. He raises his eyebrows.
“You did kind of deserve it the first time, Banksy. You were very naughty and needed to be taught a lesson. This time, it was Landon. He was on edge and not able to take it anymore. I bet his skin was itching the entire week. All because you forgot to hit send.”
I shrug my shoulders in response. No point in arguing, it will only end up with me being sexually tortured. Which I don’t mind, but I am a bit sore from yesterday.
We spendthe rest of the day watching mindless reality show television in their media area. Landon joins us after his shower, grabbing me from Hudson’s cuddle and placing me on his lap instead. Junk food and takeout bins litter the table, along with a couple of beer bottles.
It’s late. The guys eventually notice my eyes struggling to stay open.
“Maybe we should get you home, hey Banks?” Landon whispers into my hair.
I shake my head. “Maybe… I can stay? Another day, maybe?” Neither of them respond. Shit. This is just another fuck to them. I squeeze my eyes shut. “It’s ok, I was just kidding. I didn’t mean it, guys. No need to panic.”
“Look at me. Look at us, Banks,” he demands.
My eyes open as my head tips up, feeling intimidated and nervous about what might come next. His beautiful blue eyes stare down at me.
“Say it with confidence this time. Tell us what you want.”
Fuck, they are going to make me say it again, to embarrass myself again. I shake my head in fear, I don’t need to be rejected twice in a row.
Hudson reaches out to me, wrapping his fingers around my throat as his thumb pushes my chin up. “Do what he says, Banksy.” Two against one, I’m the obvious loser.
Taking a deep breath, I clear my throat and with a clear, firm voice I tell them, “I want to stay tonight. Please don’t take me back home until tomorrow.” I smile after the last word leavesmy mouth. I’m proud of myself, even if I do get rejected, in this moment I was clear with my intention.
“See, was it that hard, Banksy? Asking for what you want?”
Hudson’s hand is still wrapped around me. As I nustle into Landon, I shake my head “No it wasn’t.”
“Then you will stay,” Landon says with finality in his tone. Hudson smirks, then winks at me. Cheeky bastard knows what he is doing to me. I squirm.
Hudson’s dark hair has fallen over his forehead as I watch his eyes move up my body, his hand moves from my neck slowly down my body, over my t-shirt, with just the tips of his fingers. He moves over my breast, then he moves to my stomach until he reaches the hem of the shirt.
Landon whispers in my ear, “Arms up.” Which I do, inviting Hudson to remove my top.
My shirt is pulled off, and thrown to the ground. I am completely naked, exposed, with my scars and tattoo showing. Hudson leans in, his mouth latches onto my nipple, his teeth nip me, causing me to jump in surprise. He does it again and my back arches when he takes my other nipple in between his fingers and squeezes it. I am dripping.
Landon reaches under my arms, lifting me up as he stands, then places me down back on the couch.
