Page 86 of Ten Hammers

“I’m a selfish cow,” she says, and it sounds like she is in tears.

My heart twists at the anguish in her voice.

“So what do I do?” she asks. “It better not be follow your heart, Goldie.”

And then I’m not sure I’m hearing things right. I can’t be.

Holy shit, did Winnie Wainwright just say that she wants all of us. All to herself? Forever and always?

Weirdly, no matter how I picture it, I’m fine with it. I’m grinning, even.

Even though she sounds close to devastated by the impossibility of the idea, if there is any girl capable of taking on me and each and every one of my brothers, it’s the incomparable Winnie Wainwright. She’s all heart, laughter, and quick thinking, and won’t let any of us piss her off without saying so.

I vow here and now to seek our girl out as soon as her conversation with Goldie ends, and put an end to any doubt or worry weighing over her about us. I’ll have to be careful not to let her know I’ve overheard her, naturally. Hopefully I can get her to talk to me willingly.

At least that’s my plan until she laughs and says, “Oh my God, Golds! All three holes at the same time?”

She’s not talking about…?

“Obviously I’m new to all this,” she says with another laugh. “Would that even be possible? They’re all so huge. I told Leo and Theo I wasn’t ready for anal but… if three of them want to try…what you just suggested…with me, I don’t think it would be possible for me to say no.”

Am I dead? Did Jack realize I haven’t yet shown up to work and has somehow murdered me? Because this has to be Heaven. There are too many words coming from that girl’s sweet cupid mouth that have my dick jumping to attention and my heart rate ramping up. The thought that she’d be up for what is basically my wildest fantasy has me losing my mind.

Also, wait, did Theo and Leo come right out and ask her for an invite to come in the backdoor? Brass balls on those two. You wait on a woman to offer that access like the goddamn gift it is.

I need to get out of my room or else I’ll wind up jacking off to thoughts of Winnie and whichever hole she might want me inside for the rest of the afternoon. Tempting, but also tempting fate a little too much when it comes to pissing off Jack.

I put on my glasses and sneak out of my room quietly enough that Winnie won’t hear me and know I’ve been eavesdropping. I’m in the hall when I hear her winding up her conversation with Goldie, so I race down the stairs and into the kitchen. I lean against the counter casually, grab an apple from the fruit basket and take a bite.

A minute later, I hear her footsteps at the bottom of the stairs.

“Hey, you,” I say as she comes into the kitchen.

“Axel. Hey. I thought everyone was across the street.”

“I was. But then I got hungry so…” I hold up the apple, nearly finished now. “Have you eaten yet?”

She shakes her head.

“Think Jack would kill us if we played hooky until after I made us some French toast and we fueled up properly?” I toss the core into the garbage can.

“Yes, I do, actually,” she says, walking over to the counter and grabbing a couple of granola bars. She tosses me one. “Let’s go.”

“Wait a sec,” I say. “I have something to run by you.”

My date with her is tomorrow night, and with the photo of Winnie dancing with Theo and Leo circulating as rapidly as it is, I doubt she’ll want to be out and about where more cameras will find her. I was going to take her roller skating, at the rink we used to go to in middle school. I thought she’d love the nostalgia of it all. But now, I have an even better idea. It’s brilliant if I do say so myself.

“What do you think about Diesel and Cruz tagging along with us on our date?”

No, I’m not just thinking I need two extra cocks for the three holes thing. But I mean. If they’re there and she wants to…

I have to fight to keep the grin from sliding back on my face at the thought. But her expression is serious. Too serious.

She’s tilted her head, contemplatively, and is chewing on her bottom lip. “Well. I’m not sure. The dates are supposed to give us, y’know, alone time. To help me choose.”

I close the distance between us, settling my hands on her shoulders. Gently massaging the crook of her neck with my fingertips, I say, “I don’t want my date to be about choosing, sweetheart. I want it to be about making sure you’re enjoying every moment of this time we all have together without worrying about choosing.”

She cocks an eyebrow at me. “How much of my conversation with Goldie did you overhear?”

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