Page 24 of Forbidden Heroes

Elliot grabs my panties, or what is left of them, and cleans me with the soft lace before helping me to my feet.

I don’t know why but what I have to say next doesn’t come easy. “Promise me this isn’t a one-time thing.” Samuel and Elliot both come to stand in front of me. “I need to hear the words.”

Elliot tips my chin. “How could one time with the woman we love ever be enough?”

“Love?” I ask.

“More like adore,” Samuel confirms and I’m so thrilled I can’t find the words to show just how much what they shared means to me.

“It’s okay, baby. We know.” Elliot kisses me and I feel the truth in his words.

“God, you look beautiful with your thighs slick with our loads.” Samuel takes my hands in his. Both are standing in front of me their cocks hard and slick ready for more, their jeans slung low on their hips and I can’t recall a more erotic sight.

“Spend spring break with us and we’ll figure everything else out as we go along. No one needs to find anything out. We meant what we said. You’re ours now as much as we are yours.”

“Forever?” I take my bottom lip in my mouth and lean into their open arms and I finally feel like I belong somewhere, not just existing.

“God, baby, if you’ll have us. Yes,” Samuel mumbles against my hair. He places a kiss on the top of my head.

“You’re forever ours and there’s not another woman in this world that could take us away from you. Heart, soul and body. We’re yours if you’ll have us.”

I can feel my blood pounding in my ears and I’m shaking from all the emotions flooding my system.

“Yes. I can’t wait to start on a forever.”

Elliot tips my chin up. “Did you bring something else to wear besides my coat? We don’t think you should be walking around showing what belongs to us.”

“We might have to beat back the entire school if we let you leave here in nothing but that jacket.”

“Yes, I didn’t know how this would turn out or if I would chicken out so I packed a bag of clothes.” I point to my bag and both men make quick work of redressing and passing me my clothes.

“You always travel around with your thesis, sweetheart?” Elliot holds up a two-hundred page binder that holds three years of hard work and countless notes.

“Maybe”—I smile—“unless you can fill every single second of my days between now and the time spring break ends with something more…educational?” I let that question dangle between us.

Beside me, Elliot growls. “I think I hear a challenge in her words. What do you think, Sam?”

Sam is rebuttoning his shirt and tucking in the ends all the while wearing the most arrogant of smiles and it sends a flutter through me that can mean nothing else than pure, raw need and happiness.

I take my jeans and sweater and dress quickly, refastening the heels. While I packed most of what I needed, a change of footwear didn’t cross my radar. Oh well the red matches my sweater and skinny jeans anyway.

Elliot starts to tidy up our mess when a loud knock turns us all toward the locked door.

I quickly straighten my hair and take a seat in the chair when I spy my panties on the corner of Elliot’s desk just as Samuel swings the door wide. If that’s not bad enough, I know I look like two men just shared me over their desk. Pouty, swollen lips, my hair’s a mess and I’m not naïve enough to not know the delicious scent of sex lingers in a room.

The dean is on the other side of the door and he doesn’t look happy. He looks even more unhappy when he spots me sitting cross-legged in the office with the schools most gossiped about professors.

“Ms. Kennedy. School is out. What are you doing here?”

I never was a good liar so I stuck as close to the truth as possible.

“Dean Winslow. Good to see you. There was an incident last night that needs your attention. I was coming to your office next.”

“Oh? So I’ve heard. That doesn’t explain why you are here.” He shoots me a puzzled look just as Thomas Cane steps into the light spilling out of the office into the dark corridor.

I almost lose my train of thought, but I quickly shove the asshole’s smug face out of mind and find my flow.

I pull out my phone from my backpack and pull up my mother’s texts from last night. I flip it around and show him how my mother ditched me for a spring trip to Paris with her new husband.

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