Page 10 of Forbidden Heroes

“This shouldn’t have happened, damn it, Samuel. Let’s get her home. I told you it would be a mistake.”

I run that across my brain a couple of times. So they had thought about me in that way. I can’t help the smile on my lips, but I quickly tuck my chin against my chest.

There’s a silence and I can feel the warring moment of wills between the men. Neither wants to walk away, I hope, but I have no way of knowing with how their expressions are locked up tight and their no-bullshit professor looks slip into place.

“Because I am a taboo?” I frown. My entire mood is shifting and quickly. I pull away and both men growl like beasts, pinning me to where I stand.

My pulse booms. I swear it is like a supersonic blast goes off inside me.

My face burns and their gazes follow my every movement as I run my hands down the front of my dress.

“Maybe this is the part where I should just say goodnight and walk away.” I move to make good on my words and get half a step before firm hands are on my bare arms, pulling me against two hot, muscular bodies.

“Don’t fucking move unless you want us to chase you down and haul you over our fucking shoulders, little girl. You will not be walking anywhere alone,” Elliot whispers but the underlying growl I hear has my pulse throbbing in time with my aching core.

But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

My body goes rigid and before I can control my sharp tongue, I have my finger in the air and fury unleashes like hell’s wrath. “Little girl,” I start. “I’m not so little that you don’t like the taste of my girl cum on your tongue,” I sling at Samuel who only raises his black brows.

“Hmm. No denial?”

I turn to Elliot. “Or the taste of my tongue on yours as you tongue fuck me while I dry hump your cock.”

I have no idea where this bravado is coming from but I’m glad the uncharacteristic outburst showed up when it did. With the way it lights both men’s eyes with fire, I can’t say I’m all that sorry for giving them a piece of my mind. “This little girl is pretty tasty up until what?”

“Until the part where we took advantage of a student in the parking lot of a pub,” Elliot bites out and he did a perfect job of not disguising his disgust in himself.

“Taking advantage? Maybe you missed the part where my panties are so wet I probably left your pants wet too?”

Again, no denial. Just the clenching of his jaw.

“Sounds like our little girl needs a good spanking.”

My chest rises and falls and both watch how my dress clings to my young, defiant nipples.

My lips part. Spanking? “As in bending me over…you wouldn’t fucking dare?” Would they? I blinked back at them, my whole body going on high alert.

“Don’t fucking go there, Sam.” Elliot scrubs a palm over his face and groans, but I see the wild look in his eyes as if he likes the idea just as much.

Samuel ignores his friend. “Look how flushed she is. I think she secretly likes the idea of us spanking her virgin ass.”

Heat shoots through me and settles between my legs. Their breaths quicken along with mine.

Elliot’s eyes burn fiercely into me and the signs are clear he’s at odds with what his dick wants versus what he considers is wrong. Wanting me.

Samuel doesn’t seem to have the same problem. “We would and you will love the feel of my palm on your ass while he sucks those pretty nipples into his mouth.” He speaks as if his mind is already made up for the three of us and the filthy picture he paints has my imagination filled with all the toe-curling fantasies I’ve created.

My mouth falls open.

They want me. Their hard lengths give that away in spades.

Elliot wants to devour me with his mouth and body as he is doing with his eyes this second—he just can’t decide if he should. Understandable. I’m a career killer and they could cost me my scholarship.

It’s tempting to push him and see how far I can test his limits, but I don’t want to be someone he regrets. If I don’t hold myself to a certain level of standards, I’ll only have myself to blame when he turns me away in the end. “Never mind, as I said. Forget this ever happened and I won’t mention it again.”

“Get in the fucking truck, Emberly, and don’t make me tell you again.” Tension sparks in the air around us, but I know the threat of him slinging me over his shoulder if I refuse might come about. Samuel hauls open the back door to the large SUV and cocks his head toward the open door, and Elliot closes the slight distance between us, cutting off my only exit. I don’t bother telling them I’m not going anywhere, so I do what I’ve done all night. I obey their commands.

Now what?

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