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Are they talking about me?

I’d peek, but I don’t want them to know I’m awake. I want to hear how this conversation plays out first. Especially if they’re talking about me.

“This is not up for discussion. It’s rule number one. You don’t fuck your friend’s sister.”

Holy shit. They are talking about me.

They’re talking about fucking me.

But which one of them?

I don’t recognize their voices well enough yet, but I can rule out Webster. Since one of them already used his name and he’s obviously the one against it.

My heart breaks a little. I thought Webster and I really hit it off. I would have bet on him being into me. If not, I would be happy to have a fun time with Royal or Kelly. They all seem sweet and attentive. Not to mention hot as hell.

“Web’s right.” The deeper timbre gives Kelly away. That only leaves Royal as my secret admirer. “We only have the weekend. That’s not enough time for her to wrap her head around it.”

Okay… Now I’m confused. Why would I need to wrap my head around the idea of having sex with Royal? Do they think I’m a virgin?

I almost pop up right then to correct them, when Royal says, “You fuckers can’t tell me you didn’t see the way she was looking at us. I’d bet my left nut she’d be thrilled to take us.”

Whoa. No way.

Us.

My heart thumps against my sternum.

No way they’re talking about a… A gang bang?

Why am I scared? It’s not like they’re forcing it on me. They’re specifically arguing against it.

Well, Webster and Kelly are. The more I think about it, all three of them taking turns with me, the more I agree with Royal. Hope he wins the other two over.

Maybe I can help.

But I don’t want to seem too eager or desperate.

Inconspicuously, and pretending to be asleep, I hold the bottom hem of my shirt, I shift in my chair, turning and smoothly pulling the already low cut neck down until one of my tits pops out.

“Oh, fuck me,” Royal groans. “Her tits are even more perfect than I imagined.”

The room is deathly quiet for several seconds before Webster breaks the silence. “We really should cover her up.”

“Yeah. We could do that…” Kelly says, but there’s a question in his tone.

In the next few seconds, all I hear is them shuffling around on the couch.

“No touching her.”

What the fuck? What are they doing? Why did Webster say it like that?

I have to know what’s going on.

One little peek won’t hurt.

My breath catches on the growing lump in my throat when I peer through my eyelashes and find all three men reclined on the couch with their pants around their ankles and their cocks in their hands.

Watching them pump their fists up and down their cocks with their eyes locked on my bare tit makes me so fucking wet.

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