Page 19 of Pin-up Girl

Right there on the stairs, in all of her dressed down glory, was Pin-up. She stopped on the third step down, looking at me with wide eyes and naturally red, parted lips. This was going to be so much fun.

“I went back downstairs, but the frat boys were giving me weird vibes. I think it was because the horny mom on the TV was deep throating.” Her voice was lower than you would expect for someone so feminine, but alluring all the same.

I was dying to make a comment, but I needed to temper my personality if we were going to get her in our beds. “Come on up. Sometimes we like to get away from everyone else, too. Only so many times I can watch the same porno.”

Stepping back, I held the door open as she smoothly glided in. Elise didn’t sit down though. She studied the room all over again, as if she hadn’t been here the night before. Who knew, maybe she was so nervous last night, she hadn’t really paid attention to anything. Not that I believed that. If Pin-up was anything, she was a firecracker, and I doubted there was much she would be afraid of. Look at the way she knocked out Slut Next Door at the club.

Milo straightened his already perfect shirt. A T-shirt could only look so sophisticated. “Where’s your favorite place to eat on campus? Or hang out spot? I’m suddenly not in the mood to stay at the Shack today.”

Sweet. With everything going on right now, getting out of this place seemed like a fucking fantastic idea. Jules even perked up a little bit. Ever since we had come back this school year, it was becoming increasingly harder to be one of the brothers.

Pin-up nodded absently. “Yeah, I have no desire to watch porn all day in a frat house. How about The Purge? It’s a cute, dual place to lounge and study, or play pool and foosball. Then when we’re hungry, there are about a dozen food choices on the block.”

“That works for me.” I stepped close behind her, placing my hands on her shoulders. She stiffened but didn’t pull away. I stayed there long enough for my warmth to travel through her shirt, my breath stirring her hair. With every passing second, she relaxed into me. Using slow motions, I smoothed my palms up and down her arms, pulling her into me with the slightest pressure.

Milo and Jules both watched with hooded eyes. Did Pin-up feel the temperature rising in the room like I did? I winked at them over her head, then stepped away. Pin-up jerked forward when the moment broke. I would wager her pulse was beating a fast and dangerous rhythm.

Oh yes, this was going to be so much fun.

“Let’s go,” she squeaked out, heading for the door. “I’m going to grab my purse. I’ll meet you by the Caddy?” Not once did she look back at us.

I chuckled. Milo and Jules appeared on either side of me while I stared at the empty stairs.

“I think you’re right. We need this. Who knows, if it works well, sharing could be our new thing.” Milo bumped shoulders with me.

Jules nodded his head.

We were agreed. This was an experiment and potentially a new chapter in our friendship.

True to her word, Pin-up parked her happy ass on the tail end of the Caddy. She was doing a stellar job of ignoring the ten plus frat faces pressed against the windows, holding her bag over her shoulder while she played on her phone. Let them look. Soon, they’d know she was our plaything, and their jealousy would burn through the pits of their stomachs. That was also a new high I could get used to.

Walking up the sidewalk were Stace and Lace, sights zeroed in on me like I was the sweetest cookie, tempting them from whatever fad diet they used to stay stick thin. I hadn’t even gotten what I wanted from them, but I couldn’t go back now.

“Have fun with that. We’ll wait for you in the car,” Milo said under his breath as he walked by. A flash of white teeth caught my attention before Jules was gone too.

Fuck, I couldn’t have rejects feeling me up if I was going to seduce Pin-up.

This was not going to be fun.

Chapter Six

Jules

Elise made a sound in her throat that sounded very close to disgust. “Remind me not to let him touch me again. For a moment, I forgot he was a ride everyone has been on. This is a good reminder.”

We had agreed to try out this sharing thing, but a small part of me lived to hear her say that. It made me think she could be all mine for a time. Which was exactly what I didn’t need, and why I needed to bring in Milo and Emmett. She did have spunk, and I could see myself getting attached very easily. What better way to kill any tender feelings than watching my closest friends stick their cock in her, too?

I should have known Milo would come to Emmett’s reputation rescue. Once he was committed, he went all out. He would allow nothing to stand in his way. Elise didn’t know it yet, but she was already ours.

“This particular scene isn’t his fault.” He gestured toward the porch where Emmett was unsuccessfully trying to flee their advances. Stace—or maybe Lace—stuck her hand down the front of his pants. Emmett jumped and pushed her away more forcefully than I expected of him. Playboy had never been anything other than sweet or cold with his selects.

Lace—no—Stace started yelling at him. I’d never been able to tell those two cunts apart. They weren’t related at all. It was just their thing to dye their hair the same color of blonde, wear coordinating outfits, and tan until they were the same shade. It was like they were both trying to fit this insane mold of what sorority girls should look like.

Their words didn’t filter through the windows, only the high-pitched tone that hurt my ears. One of the girls made nice again, trying to cling to his chest. It was so pathetic. Emmett’s face turned red and a vein in his neck started to throb. He was going to blow.

Elise sighed like we were the biggest pains in her ass. We probably were.

“Should I go save him? I have a real knack for scaring away bitches.”

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