Page 44 of Ten Hammers

“Winnie had company last night,” Jack fills him in.

“Oh,” Max says. But he looks disappointed.

“Wasn’t him,” Jack mouths at me.

One at a time, the others spill in. We’d agreed to meet across the street and get started at seven. It’s a quarter ‘til now. Everyone denies that they were the culprit, with varying degrees of vehemence.

But when Winnie comes down, she is fucking glowing and there’s no doubt that there’s a liar amongst us.

I immediately perk up–in more ways than one–at the sight of her. She’s still in her teeny tiny sleep shorts that give hints of her ass when they ride up as she walks, and a matching satiny tank top that can barely contain her tits. Nothing has ever lifted my mood quite like Win.

“Well, there’s our little noisemaker,” I tease, before realizing it might embarrass her.

She indeed flushes, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink, but then she laughs. She looks so relaxed, so carefree.

Regret slashes through me again, and I want to kiss her so fucking badly. Take her face in my hands and push her up against the pantry door and kiss her until the end of time.

She is so relaxed / So carefree / Why didn’t I show her better / How much she means to me?

“Oops. Was I loud?” she asks. Then she scrunches up her face in a way that makes me want to sweep her off her feet and take her upstairs to my room. Take her volume to a whole ‘nother level.

“I was the only one that heard you. Well. Me and whichever one of these bastards,” I gesture at all my brothers, “is lying about being the one with you.”

“Lying, huh?” Winnie makes a face then laughs again. She comes over and massages my shoulders. “Is someone jealous?” she asks, kissing the top of my head.

And then I feel her breath on the back of my neck and she bends down to tease my ear with her lips as she says, “If you must know, I was indulging in a little – well, a lot – of self-care.”

“Self-care,” I repeat, and my voice practically cracks like a horny teenager.

She blows on my earlobe gently and I shiver. “To word it as a lady would.”

Oh. Ohhh.

I can’t move, frozen in my seat with the burn of her smile against my skin as Winnie floats off and around to the other side of the breakfast bar. She grabs a box of cereal and a bowl.

My brothers, all shades of red, are very busy doing breakfast-y things, as well. But we are all trying not to stare at the smirk that is growing on her face.

Then she says, “I’m no lady, as you know. So yeah, I got myself off, multiple times. Hard not to keep going while fantasizing about having a big ol’ orgy with all of you.”

It’s as if someone has yelled FREEZE OR DIE, because we all freeze.

For a second, even Winnie looks shocked by her own admittance. But then she bursts out laughing. “Your faces. Oh, my. Oh come on. It’s not like I’m the only female on the planet who has Hammer Bros gang bang fantasies. You were all very, very good by the way.”

I can’t resist. “I know how good we were. I heard, remember?”

And she winks at me.

Holy shit.

Then she looks like she swallowed a live goldfish.

“Oh my God,” she whispers and then, with her head down, she beelines back towards the door she euphorically entered just moments earlier.

Gavin intercepts her. Both hands on her shoulders, holding her in place.

“No running, remember? Not from us.”

What the hell is that all about?

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