Chapter 43
Winnie
I only get to put on my jacket before I’m no longer alone inside the hallway. Jake is the first one to
appear. His broad arms are crossed over his muscr, slightly hairy
chest, and it’s hard to stay mad at him when his eyes fall on mine.
An apology is written in those blues, and when he sighs, and his arms leave his chest, I yelp. Suddenly
my feet are no longer on the ground but kicking in the air.
“W-what are you doing?!”
“We need to talk,”es his answer, and I’m ced over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Anger throbs
in my temples, and it
worsens when I notice Mark smiling at me
from the stairs.
“We can’t have you leave yet, Princess.”
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“Princess?!” I growl at him. “Don’t call me
that!”
I barf at that nickname. It’s what Damon Salvatore called Elena Gilbert in the Vampire Diaries books. I
hate that nickname, and I know exactly why Mark is using it: to get under my skin.
“Why? You love to be called Princess,” he grins wickedly. “Also, I’m d we have reached an
understanding. We can sort a few things out now that you’re staying.”
“Understanding?!” I exim and try to hit Jake’s back. “This is kidnapping! Put me down!”
I squirm and fight, but Jake doesn’t even mind me. In the past, I was the top dog. When the fuck did
things change?!
In second grade, I wasrger than both twins. Girls usually grow faster than guys, and I used that against
them. If they had a toy I wanted, I tackled them and stole it.
It was the prime time of my life. Mark and Jake were easy to deal with then, but I can do
nothing now.
Jake sits down on the couch, and I’m straddling hisp. My eyes re into his stupidly pretty face until
he talks.
“I want to make something clear.”
Venom gathers in my mouth. I’m about to throw Jake my worse insults but grow speechless once he
leans closer. Is he trying to kiss me?!
My heart stumbles over itself when his lips inch closer. “W-what are you doing now?!”
“I think you’re gorgeous,” Jake murmurs, and his warm breath hits my face. Mark is in the background,
yet his eyes only pay
attention to me. “And sure, Mark and I were
having fun with you, but that doesn’t mean something isn’t here.”
“Nothing is here!” I growl, but my words don’t sound convincing even in my ears.
“Really?” He sounds hurt.
“Mhm,” I narrow my eyes. “All I want is to
go home because I’m fucking tired of your games!”
“Games?” His tone sounds almost angry.” I’m not ying any games right now.”
“Liar!”
He breathes augh. “Are you angry because you think we only pretended we wanted you? Because I’m
having trouble understanding how to fake a hard-on, Winnie.”
My eyes widen, and my following sentence. vanishes into thin air. I nned to yell at Jake to put me
down, but… I’m no longer in control. Jake is hard underneath me, and it’s distracting. My legs are spread
over his
thick, muscr thighs, and my head spins
with lust.
He wants me?
Shock crashes over me, and Jake smiles while moving some hair away from my burning cheeks. “I want
you, Winnie… do you want me as much as I want you?”
Heat res in his eyes as he looks at me, and a muscle in his jaw ticks as his gaze lower to my breast.
I’m not naked, but I might as well have been. Jake looks at me like I’m God’s
greatest gift to men. How could I have missed that in the past?
Desire throbs between my legs, and I suddenly wish we weren’t wearing underwear. I’m fighting not to
rub my pussy against Jake’s hard-on. He has won me over with a simple, smoldering look.
Goddamn, he is sexy.
I lift my eyes to his beautifully sculpted chest. He is a bit more swollen than his
brother. His pecs are like a full shelf, and his neck… holy fuck, those traps are hot.
Something shifts in me, and I squirm in hisp. The anger has evaporated from my system, and I
breathe, “Can I touch you?”
Surprise flickers in his eyes. Jake didn’t expect this oue. And when he nods, I reach out my hands,
feeling up his neck and
shoulders while peering down at his abs.
“Holy fucking shit…”
There is a gleam in Jake’s eyes, pride, and satisfaction. He watches me as my eyes lower to his sizeable
bulge, and then he says, “I will show you mine if you show me yours.”
“Don’t forget about me. I want to be part of this too.” Mark joins in on the conversation, and when I turn
around, he is standing there, wearing only his boxer briefs.
I jolt as his tones chest, and v-linese into view. Jesus. Like his brother, he is made of muscles and
has honest-to-God
washboard abs. He is more ripped than swollen, and I blink back a surge of lust, trying to reel it in.
It doesn’t work.
Marl’s grin is confident, and his cocky personality shines through. Screw him for looking so damn good. I
should be mad at him for admitting he was only messing around, but damn.
“You like?” Mark asks. “Because I know I
like you and would love to see what hides.
underneath.”
My eyes go wide. I nce between them, ” Wait… both of you?”
Jake shrugs. “We have never shared before…
but… isn’t that what you wanted?”
“And why you got mad at us?” Mark asks.
You thought that was our n, and when
you found out it wasn’t, you ran out of the
room.”
My cheeks redden. “Noticed that, didn’t you?
Mark chuckles. “Mhm, but that’s alright. We can make your fantasiese true, Winnie, “I shudder when
he says my name, and hist cocky smile only widens. “Think you can
handle two cocks?”
I go dumb from those words. The tone Mark used was teasing and joking. Yet his eyes
hint at him being entirely serious. It sets my
heart in motion. I’m so turned on.
Losing my v-card to my childhood friend or
friends?
I want that. The experience, the wrongness of doing it with two people. I shiver in my skin at the thought.
All my life, girls have called me a slut and assumed I slept with Andrew, Nathan, and the twins. I never
did, but fuck if I don’t
want to enjoy both these men in men. 1
I want them.
Both of them.
Just tonight. What is the harm in that? It’s not like I’m falling in love. I’m just
consumed by lust.
“Well…” I let out a nervousugh, and then I look up at Jake’s face. I’m one-hundred- percent aware of
his fat cock still being hard. “How about you? What do you want?”