Page 36 of Taken By my Brothers' Best Friends

In all my self-righteous anger, I hadn’t considered just how miserable I would be simply existing in the house with them while pretending like I didn’t want them. It sucked. There was no better way to put it. No matter what my feelings were towards them, my body was one hundred percent invested. It wanted to bend to their will. The rest of me just couldn’t get past the way it seemed like they weren’t very interested in me.

In a bid to torture myself further, I sat on the couch that night as I scrolled through the pictures on the flash drive again. I wasn’t going to make life easy for them by hiding. I wanted to be as in their faces as they were in mine.

They were in the kitchen, tinkering about with their own laptops, quietly talking. No matter how much I strained to hear them, I couldn’t make out their words, just the rough tones. I pulled my feet under me and glanced over my shoulder at them, just to see them looking back at me.

Snapping my head back around to my screen, I continued scrolling. Page after page of men went by with no sign of the guy I’d run into. I did see a few men I wanted to base future characters off of, though. I cropped and saved those images to a different file.

“Any luck?” Lennon sat next to me, close enough for our thighs to touch. He leaned over and saw the file I’d created and frowned. “What’s this? Potential suspects?”

I blushed and minimized the tab. “No.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Just no?”

I nodded and kept scrolling until I saw another potential character. I saved his image with Lennon watching and tried my best to act like he wasn’t bothering me.

“Wow. Is this the silent treatment? You’ve never said so little in all the time I’ve known you.” He pulled my laptop into his lap and took over scrolling. “Just tell me when to stop.”

I had to lean closer to him to see the screen clearly and his scent was like slipping into my favorite sweater. I breathed him in and shot him a dirty look for smelling so delicious. “I’m not giving you the silent treatment. I just don’t have anything to say to you right now. To any of you.”

He stopped scrolling when I pointed to another guy. “Is it him?”

I rolled my eyes. “No. I’m saving the guys I can see using as future characters.”

“And this guy would be a good character?”

I had to lean even farther into his space to save the picture. “I mean, look at him. He’s got main character potential.”

Lennon let out a single grunt and started scrolling again. “Why don’t you have anything to say to us? You always have something to say.”

“I don’t always have something to say. Sometimes I’m quiet.” I bit my tongue and tried to stop talking. I was weaker than my mouth, though. “Why do you even want me to talk to you? You don’t even like me. You talked with Mills like I’m a chore. Maybe I am a chore, but that doesn’t mean I want to feel like one. How do you think it feels to have to beg for someone to take your virginity? What’s so wrong with me that y’all don’t just want to stick it in? God, I’m pissed. I had an amazing flow going with my book and now I can’t write my name, much less a novel. And you three walk around here, completely unbothered. It’s infuriating. And now? Now I’m not talking enough? Whatever, Lennon. Save that picture.”

He slammed my laptop shut and dropped it on the couch before he grabbed me and pulled me into his lap. With my knees on either side of his hips, my core rested against the bulge in hisjeans and he made no move to shift me away from it. He grabbed two handfuls of my ass and rocked me even closer. “Time for another lesson.”

I held onto his shoulders as he dipped his head and rubbed his face against my chest. I was so shocked by his change of pace that it never crossed my mind to push him away. I felt eyes on me and glanced towards the kitchen. Reed was standing at the island, gripping it hard while he watched me.

“Take this off.” Lennon leaned back and flexed his hands on my ass. Looking at me like he never had before, with fire in his gaze, he was as serious as he’d ever been.

I reached down and did as he said. I tossed the shirt away and forced myself to let my arms hang down at my sides. I wanted to hide the parts of my body I didn’t love but one look at Lennon was almost enough to make me forget them.

“Now the bra.” He let out a low groan as he watched me unhook it and toss it away with the shirt. The bulge in his pants was a full-on boulder by that point. Dragging his hands away from my ass, he slowly cupped my breasts and held their weight while stroking his thumbs over my nipples. “Are they watching?”

I flicked my gaze towards the kitchen and saw both Reed and Dean were standing even closer, their eyes focused on me. “Yes.”

“Grind on me, Hellcat. Get yourself off.”

Even as my entire body flushed with embarrassment, my blood boiled with desire. I hesitated a few seconds and Lennon leaned forward to press kisses along my shoulder. I shivered as he got to my neck and felt a desperate need to feel his lips on mine. I cupped his face and met his gaze for a beat before I kissed him.

He was stiff for a few seconds as I pressed my lips over his slowly, with the same hunger Dean had kissed me with to start. At the feel of my tongue on his lips, he opened for me and let outa moan. Or maybe I’d moaned. I didn’t know. All I could focus on was Lennon and the places our bodies touched.

He wrapped an arm around my back and pinned my chest to his while he deepened the kiss. His other hand went back to my ass and he used his grip to urge me to move. I rocked my hips forward and felt the pressure of his cock against my clit and rocked backward to feel it at another angle. I instantly knew I liked grinding a lot. Even as Lennon moved his hand from my ass to the back of my head, I kept moving. I rolled my hips in different ways until I found the motion and rhythm I liked, all while stroking my tongue over Lennon’s.

I’d clasped his head in my hands and had to force myself to let go so I could hold onto his shoulders as I worked my body over his. I moved faster and dropped my head back to moan. “Lennon.”

He moved his mouth down my throat, delivering rough scrapes of his beard and teeth with soft kisses and strokes of his tongue. Holding me tight, he swore my name. “Ride me until you come, Hellcat. Don’t you dare stop.”

I opened my eyes and my gaze clashed with Reed’s. He’d moved closer, his body wound tight as he watched. I gasped as his hand dropped to his pants to stroke the outline of his cock. It was so much stimulation at once that I only took a few more seconds to come. I moaned as the orgasm washed over me, better than the ones I gave myself by far. I sought out Lennon’s mouth again and kissed him as I shook with another tremor of pleasure. He greedily kissed me back, his movements even hungrier than before.

“Time for lesson four.”

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